#doe how did you burn rice 😭

[sethistired]

Tagged By: @not-a-bot-just-shy

Last Song: Covet by Basement

Favourite Colour(s): Black, white and red. (I’ve bought books just because they had these colours as their cover 💀)

Currently Watching: The Internet’s Darkest Corners by Nick Crowley

Last Movie: Elemental (2023)

Currently Reading: A Game of Thrones (1996)

Sweet/Spicey/Savory: Savoury! As a southeast asian, my spice tolerance is considered pretty bad according to my family and friends and sweet things are great but they always make me super jittery(?) so my safest bets are always savory foods.

Relationships: single and looking? IDK, I’m coming to terms that I‘m m-spec polyamorous but with how anti-LGBTQIA+ my country is I think that’s something I’ll deal with on my own. 💀

Current Obsession: Drawing compositions and anatomy but also Game of Thrones, Sally Face and Spiderverse!

The Last Thing I Googled: Binders! I’ve bought really cheap ones before and they’ve not been very kind to my chest, so I was looking for some better ones.

Currently Working On: I’ve got several OC sheets I’ve been doing! Some gifts for friends as well as drafts for TikTok stuff. Currently, I’m writing several fics as well but focusing on the Deucalion X reader one!

No pressure tags: @capybar00 and anyone else who’d like to participate!

9 people you'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @steven-grants-world <3

Last song: Fascination / 101 String Orchestra (bc of @runa-falls and her lovely drabble)

Favorite Color: green (especially sage/forest)

Currently Watching: Moon Knight, The Mandalorian, Ugly Betty, Daredevil

Last Movie: oh golly I think it was In Secret (2013), I'm still blushing

Currently Reading: Stardust by Neil Gaiman

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: savory, I love a good soup 👌

Relationship Status: singling and terrified of mingling (the men on my phone can't hurt me if this is the only app I use)

Current Obsession(s): Oscar Isaac, Pedro Pascal, Across the Spiderverse, MOON KNIGHT

Last Thing I Googled: Dead Again (1991)

Currently Working On: a paint-by-number, chapter 3 of Last Night (my jake lockley/reader fic) finally unpacking from moving in July 💀

No pressure tags: @virtie333, @dowbastan @awakeandlonely, @howellatme, @suddenlysteven, @arrozyfrijoles23, @readerthatreadsss, @ssp3ctor, @crescentbelle

[bearieio]

ellie & abby w/ a latina partner

warnings:  fluff! , fem!reader + r is latina ;)

a/n:  in honor of hispanic heritage month!!!! we blowin’ this bitch up. with my headcanons, that is. mostly mexican headcanons (for the reader), because that’s really the only dialect/tradition & cultural that i know ┐( ˘ ､ ˘ )┌

also, SUPPORT HISPANIC/LATINO WRITERS, ARTISTS, AND BUSINESSES!!!! or else... >:(

abby WOULD DEFINITELY try learning spanish. she’d pick it up here and there because of manny, but the farther you guys develop into the relationship, the more she wants to immerse herself within your culture and your language.

and dare i say it, but she’s pretty darn good at speaking spanish.

the first time she speaks spanish to you, it catches you off guard.

you’d come home from your day out with your friends and she’d just peek out from around the corner like, “mi amor, que pasa?”

“Q-QUE?! WHAT?”

“WHAT?! did i say something wrong, babe?” she asks, a frown forming on her face.

“oh no, mi corazon, you just caught me off guard!” you smile, reaching up to caress her rosy cheeks, “have you finally been pickin’ up what i’ve been puttin’ down, abs?” 

she scoffs playfully, “supongo, reinita.”

"okay white girlllll~"

abby would love helping you in the kitchen, cooking up your favorite traditional meals.

but sometimes she’d make a mistake, putting the wrong seasoning in the rice, overcooking the beans, or burning the tortillas. (😭) and you’d temporarily ban her form the kitchen, meaning she’d only be able to watch you.

but every once in a while, she’d remind you about the mole or the broth for the caldo de res. 

you’re grateful she reminds you and she’s just happy to be of service.

if you’re not mexican specifically, she’d most likely start arguments between you and manny about the differences in the dialects and slang since she’s not too familiar with the other latin slang out there. but she does her best

if you happen to be brazilian, she’ll do her best to research and become more familiar with the portuguese language and the brazilian culture.

if you’re haitian, she’ll love learning creole and/or french for you since she’s more familiar with french. (i have a feeling she’s had french lessons in the past/someone she knew was french so she learned it from them!)

ellie BUTCHERS the FUCK outta some words in spanish. like she genuinely CANNOT pronounce “cuatro.” like…

but it’s okay because you know what she’s trying to say…. most of the time.

“quieres comer, mamashita?" with heavy pronunciation on the “shi” sound.

you stare at her for a moment, trying to figure out if she’s be funny or not. “what?”

“what?” she replies

“baby thats not-“

ellie is banned from the kitchen. permanently. she is not allowed anywhere NEAR that bigass pot on the stove. 

when you find her sneaking into the kitchen when she’s trying to steal a tamale, you can’t help but giggle as you try and drag her away from the stove.

“ellie i already told you twice!- you can't be in here!!” 

“YOU CANT MAKE ME!” 

*insert that meme of the kid running away w/ the knife*

ellie LOVES dancing with you. whether its cumbia, salsa, bachata, or samba, ellie is IN IT! 

i think cumbias her fave (bc it’s my fav). and she’s the best at it.

whenever she’s invited to the carne asada, she’s the only one that all your cousins, your tias, and your abuela want to dance with. 

by the 9th-10th song, she’s already complaining about how she’s ready to go to sleep (and she does in your old room at your family’s house) and how she underestimated your grandma’s stamina.

mi amor, que pasa? = my love, what’s going on/how are you? 

mi corazon = my heart

supongo, mi reinita = i guess, my little queen

quieres comer? = do you want to eat?

constructive criticism is appreciated !!!

[judysxnd]

Cookie dough

Lando Norris x reader

summary: when you burnt dinner, you decided to make the only thing you knew how to cook: cookies

I absolutely don’t like what I wrote, so imma do what I do when I send a risky text, I’m publishing it and staying away from my phone 😭

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You were staying with Lando for a few days at his place before leaving for the new F1 season. Tonight he was playing games with his friends again, streaming a little to please his fans one last time. In the meantime, you were trying to make what could be your dinner, but it was not going well.

You’re not really a good cook, but you manage your way through. Usually. This time it didn’t seem like it. You couldn’t cook the meat right, it wasn’t enough, and when you thought it was good, it was overcooked. The rice is the only thing you didn’t mess up. But you couldn’t only eat rice! So you secretly ordered food while Lando was still playing.

But you decided to cook something for dessert, something that didn’t take long and that you knew you wouldn’t mess up: cookies. It was simple to make, and it doesn’t take long. You put some music in the background, from the playlist you made for Lando. You have similar taste in music, and every time Lando put his music you always liked it, so you made a playlist with his musics.

It helped when you were away from each other. When you missed him you put his playlist, making you feel like he was with you. He doesn’t know about it, you don’t think he does. It’s not like you were hiding it, but you usually listened to it when he wasn’t here, since when you’re together you mix both of your music.

You wanted to sing to the music, but Lando was streaming not far from you and no one needed to hear you. So you were doing some playback, moving your hips while you were making the cookies. You were so focused in the cookies and in the music that you didn’t hear Lando enter the kitchen.

“very much liking the view” he said, making you jump

“Oh, Lando! I didn’t hear you” you laughed “what are you doing here?” You asked him as he walked closer to you, leaving a kiss on your head before leaning against the counter next to you.

“Hm, I’m living here” he joked

“Haha hilarious” you rolled your eyes “you stopped streaming?”

“Yeah, I was getting too hungry and the smell of the food made me stop” you laughed

“Well you’re going to be disappointed” you admitted as you poured the flour in the bowl. He looked at you with a straight face.

“Why- what did you do?”

“I’m just not much of a cook”

“What did you burn this time?” He started to look for the food

“I didn’t burn anything!” You started to defend yourself “and you’re not better than me so you can’t say anything”

“I know I’m not better, but at least I know it and I stopped trying” he laughed

“You’re lucky my hands are busy otherwise I would have hit you”

“But where’s the food?” He opened the oven to see the meat completely black “if that isn’t burn I don’t know what it is” he closed the oven and went back to you

“I’m sorry I tried”

“It’s okay, I’ll order something”

“Don’t worry I already took care of it”

“You did?”

“Yeah, I ordered what we were supposed to eat” you laughed “I did hope you would still be playing so that I could pretend I cooked it, but, well, I can’t have everything”

“I would have noticed either way”

“Sure” you scoffed

“There’s a difference between food cooked at home and food from a restaurant, I would have known” he leaned on the counter again, stealing some dough from the bowl

“Hey! Keep your fingers out of the cookies!” He laughed, tasting it. “And no you wouldn’t know”

“At least the cookies are good, if you don’t burn them in the oven we can eat them” you pretended that you were going to hit him, making him step back a bit.

“You be careful with what you say pretty boy, because I know for a fact that you can’t tell the difference between the food I cook and the food from a restaurant”

“What? That’s not true”

“Yes, remember the lasagna we ate a month or two ago? That I made?”

“Back at your place?”

“Yes”

“Yeah, it was del- wait” you tilted your head “you didn’t cook it?”

“No, I burnt the sauce so I ordered them, I was too embarrassed to admit I messed up so I pretended I cooked them” he started to laugh

“I knew it tasted too good to be cooked by you” you couldn’t help but laugh too

“We’re not great cooks”

“No, we’re very bad cooks”

“The fire alarm always turns on when I cook breaded fish” you admitted

“What???” Lando was laughing even more “how is that even possible!” He said in a high pitched voice, still laughing

“I don’t know! So I stopped cooking those too”

“I can’t judge, it does the same for me”

“Okay can you pass me the chocolate chips please? In the bowl over there” you pointed, your hands full of cookie dough. Lando grabbed the bowl and poured the chocolate in the dough while you started to knead it.

“We’re making a good team” Lando said as he put the bowl in the sink

“You just put chocolate chips in a bowl” you laughed

“But I did it good” you rolled your eyes

“Whatever” you couldn’t help but laugh “can you change the music please?”

“Sure” he said as he grabbed your phone, changing the music. “Why is there my name on top of the list?”

“Hm?” You turned around “oh because it’s your playlist” he looked at you with puppy eyes

“You made a playlist for me?”

“Yeah!” You smiled “I love most of your music so I made a playlist with the songs we have in common”

“That’s so cute!” He walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while kissing your neck. “I made one for you too” he whispered in your ear.

“Really?” You had a big smile on your face. “Yeah, let me show you!”

“No no wait” you said before he could move

“What?”

“It can wait a bit, I want you to stay here” he kissed your cheek and rested his head on your shoulder, arms locked tight around you while you were finished to make the cookie dough.

[hunieday]

Momo - Drama Collection (Winter) Rabbit Chat

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

Momo: Good work, Torao! Hope you enjoy your time today at the drinking party 😆

Momo: I'm super looking forward to drinking with the drama cast! 💯 ✨

Mido Torao: I’m also looking forward to it.

Mido Torao: Seems like Nikaido and Yaotome will be late though, did you hear about that?

Momo: I did! They said they're busy with work~!

Momo: Is it okay if it's just the two of us until they come ⁉ Or do you want me to invite the super handsome special guest Y-san ⁉

Mido Torao: Yuki-san huh…

Mido Torao: Um

Mido Torao: I want to be alone with you, is that okay?

Momo: ba-dum...

Momo: I was joking around to lighten the mood, but Momo-chan got all giddy... 

Momo: I’m not cheating on you, darling �� 😭 💦

Mido Torao: You were joking huh…

Momo: But thanks for saying you’re okay with just the two of us alone 👍✨ I'm really looking forward to drinking with you!!

Mido Torao: Thank you. I'm looking forward to it too

Momo: Huh!? Really!? 

Mido Torao: Yes

Momo: What should I do!!! I feel like Momo-chan is wrapped around Torao’s fingers... 🥺

Mido Torao: no i’m not HAHA

Momo: 

Momo: But you know, you've become cute! You’re a lot rounder around the edges nowadays

Mido Torao: Are you saying I got fat!?

Mido Torao: I mean yeah, the other members keep giving me unusual snacks to eat lately...

Momo: that’s not what i meant lolololol you’re already cute lololol

Momo: By the way, what kinda snacks are you getting? 🤭

Mido Torao: Puffed rice? They come in pouches and are crispy and delicious.

Momo: Puffed rice~~!! How nostalgic! Makes me wanna go to a candy store (*ﾉωﾉ)

Momo: Tell me more stories over drinks okay!

Mido Torao: Got it. I also have something I want to talk to you about

Mido Torao: I’d like you to teach me a lot more about acting.

Momo: Torao... 🥺 ✨

Momo: Now that you mention it, you know, Yuki liked Torao's role and found it really interesting! 

Momo: "I thought he'd stop Momo from recklessly breaking into someone else's territory alone, but he charged in head first" he looked like he enjoyed watching it 😂

Mido Torao: The part where I ride my bike and blurt out, "I’ll be the one who paves the way for the leader" right?

Momo: Yes yes! Vice-leader-kun is quite reckless!

Mido Torao: Of course his followers would be bloodthirsty when their leader’s like that.

Momo: Well, the leader is a tiiiiiny bit of a rascal, isn’t he? 😅 💪

Mido Torao: a bit is the understatement of the century.

Mido Torao: Chasing after the enemies up a three meters high wall, jump-kicking them from the stairs... I thought it was quite the violent script

Momo: right lolol the action scenes sure were intense~~!!

Momo: I tried my best to follow your example 😤💪

Mido Torao: My example?

Momo: That's right! Watching Torao work so hard on his stunts motivated me!

Mido Torao: Is that so...

Mido Torao: I was an inspiration for Re:vale…

Momo: Are you getting fired up?

Mido Torao: Burning hot.

Momo: Just! too cute!!! 😆 😆

Momo: Apparently our relationship was popular on SNS too ;P🫰

Mido Torao: Really? What were they saying?

Momo: "Vice-leader-kun always standing next to the leader with a smug smile, they’re my bias!" (1)

Mido Torao: There it is, “they’re my bias”. What’s a bias? what the hell does that mean?

Momo: there it is lololololol

Mido Torao: I’m curious. I heard Haruka use it the other day too.

Momo: It means someone you like the most! 😆 saying “bias” sounds stronger than just saying “love”~!

Mido Torao: I see. It does feel more intense.

Momo: How about you start using it, Torao!

Mido Torao: In what situation would I even use it?

Momo: For example...

Momo: It’s everyone’s bias, Momo-chan! ;P 🫶 🫶

Mido Torao: I don’t think that’s for me…

Momo: That’s not true!!! Just try saying it for a bit!!

Mido Torao: I’m your bias, Mido Torao.

Momo: 

Momo: 

Mido Torao: I’m not sure about this one…

Momo: No it's really good!!!!!???

Momo: But well, your fans are most likely looking for a strong and cool Torao (*ﾉωﾉ) 🤎

Mido Torao: Well, I’m confident that I can make someone fall in love with me just by standing there and not saying a word.

Momo: Nice, I want to hear tons of stories about the confident Torao 👍

Mido Torao: Hell yeah, later. I’m looking forward to it.

Momo: 

The original conversation went a bit different, Momo ends his message with “好きピ= sukippi”, Momo later on explains that it’s a combination between 好き=suki (like) and ピーポー=people (pi=ピ), which means a “favorite person” even if it’s sometimes used on objects and such. The closest and most “literal” translation would be “fave”, but I doubt Torao wouldn’t know what a fave is so I went with bias instead.

HUGE thank you to Ai (soushibana and chettiri on twitter) for helping me out with the snacks translation! I wouldn't have understood it without her, big props & go check her accounts out!

[xyzssss]

hiii just think about nanami's daughter who is a jujitsu sorcerer w fushiguro, itadori and kugisaki and her just watching her dad die and having to deal with it 😭 after i watched that episode i immediately thought of that. 

I’m so SORRY this took so long and this is so rushed but I had lots of stuff going on so this isn’t good T-T

I’ll try to write for your other request! :3

Nanami x Daughter!reader

I don’t think any warnings are needed maybe a little blood warning and angst 😭

Me and Yuji where walking through the hall of the train station. I curse must have hit my leg because it made me limp quite a bit. But Yuji helped me with his arm around my shoulder to steady me.

I don’t know where Maki-san, Megumi-san or the others are. I was scared for my friends but mostly I was scared for my dad.

I don’t know where he is. And that makes me so anxious it’s sickening. Like the kind of anxiousness that’ll make you feel like throwing up.

“Y/n-san, don’t worry too much. I know you’ll dad will be just fine.”

How did he know what I was thinking about can he read minds now?

No that’s stupid.

“I can’t help it. He is the only one I have left from my family.”

The next step I took made a wet splashing sound and I looked down to see my leg covered in blood. Some drops soaking into my leg warmers.

I looked up and saw my dad and Mahito.

What are they doing here?

“Dad?!”

I watched him look at me half of his body looking burned not even recognisable.

I saw how his face softened when he looked at me. I loved how kind he was even tho he is so strict about me becoming a great sorcerer.

“Itadori……”

“Take it from here now.”

I watched his whole upper body explode.

He was gone?

“D-dad!”

I watched his lower body slack to the ground as it was the only thing left of him.

I rushed to him not caring about this damn curse.

I couldn’t even hear what was going on behind me but I knew that right now I lost everything.

I didn’t even notice the wet tears slide down my face until one hit my leg.

“Dad!”

(Time skip cuz I’m really REALLY lazy👉👈)

When I woke up and looked at the clock it was already 3PM. I slept the whole time?

What else did I expect?

It’s been like that for the past days.

My room was next to Megumi’s and Yuji’s and I could hear them go in and out.

There was a funeral but honestly it was just me throwing his ash. Well it wasn’t even him.

It was just his legs.

For the past few days the only think I ate was a couple of rice balls.

Shoko-san came and checked up on me twice.

But that’s really it.

She isn’t the type to do that anyways.

The others tried to cheer me up, what did they expect? I have no one now.

And I don’t care about ‘bond makes family’ because when you loose your family there is nothing else and it makes you realise that family is unique and really by blood.

Without a knock the door opened and who else was I expecting?

Gojo.

“Get up.”

“Get out.”

“Get up I said. You can’t just lay around.”

“Leave me alone-“

Before I could even ANSWER he threw my blanket away and pulled me out of bed.

He didn’t even think about giving me the chance to walk right so he just grinds me over the floor.

The stairs were the worst.

Once outside I saw Yuji and Megumi.

I think we all lost someone dear to us. I know my father cared for everyone and I know his death pained us all.

I just sat on the floor in my pjs.

What does Saturu want me to do now?

“Soooo what now?”

“I don’t know.”

“But Gojo-sensei?”

“But what I know is that you can’t stay in your room forever. First it won’t bring him back and second it will take you from us too. It’s hard to loose someone we love but I assure you we all lost someone in a short time.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You are grieving and there is nothing wrong with it. But you nes to make sure it doesn’t pull you down further into a whole you will never get out from.”

[fanaticsnail]

Aaaaa, thank you to the anon! ❤️❤️❤️

I know right, where are the Childhood Friend fics with Doffy? Every other char has them usually in the fandom, no? But Doffy is alone 😭 just because he's an angry boy doesn't mean he doesn't deserve a friend!

The anon's ask made me so happy, I'm glad someone is enjoying it. I have only published one OP fic on my AO3 username and it was about the Donquixote Brothers meeting. It was a very fluffy fic I was very happy with it even if it was short!

I'm still like getting used to writing x reader stories but the community has been so welcoming overall and all the writers are so wonderful and have such wonderful stories, Snail included! I've not yet published any x Reader story cus aaaa, I'm scared!

Myb I just make another tumblr main blog for my One Piece writing cus my blog has another fandom writing but I am also thinking “hey, you followed me, get ready for shenanigans that comes with following me” 🤣

Yeah, I really need to write this Childhood Friends as a fic. It's been on my brain... A while, but never too detailed, but this makes me want to dive into detailed storytelling for it.

Some more ideas starring the restaurant

- all the birthday parties for the crew are held there

- marines are not allowed, it's an unspoken rule, if any marine comes in, or god forbid, dares to bother Reader, they're dead the next day

- Pica expanded the building to have balconies; the largest balcony with a view of the town is usually where the Donquixote crew eats, but they also sometimes party in the main floor ie the ground floor

- Reader has full free protection by Doflamingo. He calls it Best Friend Discount.

Reader's restaurant gets set on fire and destroyed by an enemy pirate crew and both Doflamingo and Rosinante are out for blood. Rosinante has never been visibly pissed, but it is the first and last time he is genuinely murderous and will take pleasure in killing the bastards who did it. The newcomer Law actually goes full on murder spree. That restaurant had the best rice balls and Reader made him his favourite cake for his birthday a week after he joined the DQ Pirates, how dare those bastards - he stabs so many of them. Baby 5's aim has never been better. Gladius blows them up.

In short, entire DQ Family is PISSED. They set sail immediately after locating the enemy crew's headquarters. Full Birdcage, full annihilation. Explosions and fire everywhere. Then they return but they don't feel good because they usually go celebrate at Reader's restaurant and now they don't have there to celebrate and everyone is sad (Doflamingo doesn't show it for obvious reasons but he is sad too) but then Reader and the restaurant staff surprise them by making outside tables all filled with food.

Corazon actually cries. He falls to the floor, hugs Reader around the legs and weeps. So does Baby 5.

Sending love to you, Snail, and to the anon ❤️❤️❤️

AND WHERE IS THE FLUFFY FIC, YANDERE DOFFY ANON???

Oh my gosh: best friend discount. Y E S.

THE CARNAGE AFTER THE RESTAURANT BURNS DOWN AAAAAAAAAAA.

Okay, I need it. You're gonna have to make a side blog, my love. It's gonna be absolutely gorgeous, I can already tell 😭🥹🥹

[walrus150915]

The most random out-of-order Nimona headcanons I've scrambled out of my mind and put in my notes as coherent as I could bc there's a LOTTTT

• I don't think Nimona uses specific names to label her sexuality/gender. Was she in love with Gloreth? Maybe she was. Maybe she was not. Does she like boys? Who knows, she sure doesn't. What's her gender? Nimona. That's it

• I think Ballister did try to be the cis ally™ and figure out the label Nimona would use but she'd just shrug her shoulders and say "I don't know, boss, it seems like you care about it more than I do"

• And even though she's NOT a girl, she uses she/her pronouns because 💥YOUR PRONOUNS DON'T DEFINE YOUR GENDER💥 you may use she/her and not be a girl, he/him and not be a boy, I even saw cis people use they/them simply bc they're comfortable. And that's okay!

• Although she's comfortable with people calling her he/they/neopronouns you name it. Just. Not it/its. You know the reasons😬

• Nimona is left-handed and it's CANON actually I am SO HAPPY as a left-handed person she's just like me fr💥💥

• Nimona isn't a big fan of domestic bliss Ambrosius and Ballister spend most of their time in (plus they're very sappy and very much disgustingly in love, Nimona's stoic organism can't handle their mushiness for the dear life), she's like an independent cat I think: comes to hang out, eats, spends time with her father-not-really figures and goes away for weeks only to come back again. She travels the world my dudes✨

• I think she has a bunch of photos from the places she'd been to and talks about her adventures a lot!

• Nimona also is the best cook of the fam I'm afraid. Ballister cooks, like, the bare minimum to serve himself as a functioning adult (rice, salad, pasta, some meat like you know the deal) but nothing too complicated. Ambrosius is a nepo baby who's probably lived in palaces and mansions with dozens of servants do you really think he's good at cooking😭 as he distanced himself from the Institute and moved in with Bal I think he learnt to cook, still not great at it.

• Nimona though? SHE CAN DO *ANYTHING* like she's madly good at cooking. It might look like she's burning the kitchen down only to reveal that she was putting Gordon Ramsay to shame!

Speaking of BallBros

• Ballister's experience is close to a second gen immigrant. Ambrosius's experience is close to a third gen immigrant. They can't be immigrants bc of the context of the story?? I DON'T CARE☺

• Ambrosius doesn't speak his mother tongue except for like a few words or phrases he's heard at home. His older relatives probably make fun of him for it on family gatherings. His parents didn't teach him because they didn't want him to stick out (totally not self projecting here - yeah I'm a third gen immigrant hiii)

• Ballister tho? I think Urdu was his first language but he learned English along the way

• And it kinda mixes in his head so he forgets the words from both languages sometimes and replaces them with the word from the other one (HA my experience again)

• When he's experiencing hard emotions, be it anger, happiness, sadness, or is overwhelmed, he drops English entirely and just starts bantering in Urdu

• Ambrosius didn't know Ballister was bilingual but when he learnt it? He was amazed and I think... Kinda jealous because he didn't get to learn Korean himself (self projection yeahhhhhh)

• "You know your mother tongue? Damn! I wish I did too!"

• That said, Ballister has no idea how to shorten Ambrosius's name (WHAT THE HECK IS THIS NAME BRO WHAT ARE YOU, GOD'S FOOD???), so he sticks to Urdu endearments, "luv" (in the most British accent possible) and "darling"

People who say French/Spanish are the romantic languages are wrong LISTEN TO URDU OR INDIAN LANGUAGES OR ARABIC. THAT'S WHERE LOVE IS DUDE

• Ambrosius has learnt like a few words in Urdu and tries to rizz up Ballister by saying some basic words like "jaan", "mohabbat" and just😭😭😭 fails😭😭😭 because he's a cringefail man😭😭😭

I remember trying to ask out my (NOW EX😔) gf who's Italian by writing "will you be my girlfriend?" in Italian and I used GOOGLE TRANSLATION🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ SHE UNDERSTOOD THAT I USED GOOGLE AND POINTED IT OUT AS A JOKE BUT I CRINGED AT MYSELF SO HARD..... Ambrosius would totally do that too and Ballister would chuckle and pull him in a kiss bc he loves this cringefail man so much

• Ambrosius also serenades like I KNOW DAMN WELL HE DOES. He goes "this one's for you, Bal" with a wink and sings like the sappiest most disgusting love ballad ever and Ballister tries his best not to laugh because that's his beloved boyfriend but also like.... So cringe. So embarrassing😭😭 Nimona has more balls than her boss so she would outright say that it's cringe

• Also. I don't agree with people saying Ambrosius's a jock because have you seen this man?? He's a theatre kid. The worst kind of theatre kid. Even after not being a kid anymore he's still a theatre kid. BRO IS A HAMILTON FAN UNIRONICALLY, OF COURSE HE IS. He makes weirdass references to musicals and giggles like an idiot

• Can we agree that Ambrosius was an awakening for many teenagers because OOOOH BOY he sure would be mine. Some pop news youtube channel probably has a video of him reading the kingdom's equivalent of "thirst tweets", like yknow this type of vids😭😭

While we're on the topic of thirst tweets

• Diego the squire runs a fan page account with edits of Ballister like he's some pop celebrity

• He also may or may not write self-indulgent "Ballister x reader" fanfiction in his off duty time

• Also hc that when Ballister was on the run he saw some "WANTED" poster of him and hang up on the wall like yeah boy's crush is EMBARRASSING (can we blame him? I'm the same with Riz Ahmed)

• Todd would be on the "straight" side of their equivalent to TikTok. You know the ones with shirtless men with the same haircuts who think they're hot when in reality they're not?? That's what Todd and his friends are up to in their free time *throws up*

To wrap it all up NOT with Todd, some super random ones:

• Ballister and Ambrosius force Nimona to take her shoes off ("DO NOT bring your European nonsense in this ethnic household") in their house even though she doesn't even have boots on😭😭 it's just her skin😭😭😭 so she morphs her form to simply be shoeless😭😭😭😭

• Ambrosius knows how to tap dance. Idk don't question it I just think he does

• Nimona plays piano YEAH SHE DOES she's lived for 1000+ years man she can do anything

• Ballister's hair routine is "genetics, coconut oil n some prayers"

Yeah that's it I'll probably make a part 2 because it's not all... These characters have occupied my mind and won't let it go🧍‍♂️

[morganas-pendragons]

Making a list of what I’ve witnessed/done/learned in the months I’ve worked as a SPED Paraprofessional at Pre-K:

• taught 4 year olds what the skin on your elbow is called

• taught another 4 year old how to wink

• convinced one of my favorite kids that he has a little friend named ghosty ghost following him around who pokes him at random intervals throughout the day

• taught a special needs student who didn’t speak when I met him how to communicate with me specifically through hand signals that indicated what animal he was - does it swim/fly/walk, what does it eat, is it big/small - to which he now speaks more now then he has probably ever

• got played by a 4 year old who wanted a second snack so he casually slid me the last two gushers from his bag and then turned to the teacher and said, “I’m done!”

• got a group of special ed pre-k kids to officially deem bath and body works eucalyptus hand sanitizer as “the good stuff”

• made a joke to a three year old that the enormous books he read after snack every day made him look like he was reading a newspaper. They made a joke every single day that they were on their way to read their newspapers. (It was a volcano book) 😭

• learned that pipe cleaners have metal in them. Yes, I am twenty four.

learned who Pete the Cat was

• learned that adult women between the ages of 35-40 really do act like adult children

• got complimented that my hair was “rapunzel hair” despite it not being cut for like 7 months

• learned how to be a physical touch person despite hating being hugged but hey, four year olds want to hug you constantly and how are you going to deny those puppy dog eyes?

ended up buying one of the little ones who lost his house in a tornado a stuffy and a book.. took it to his house, where he then proceeded to act like he had no idea who I was (it was cute in the moment)

apparently line tag is a thing??? on a basketball court??

oh also, they crack up with laughter when I play tag with them!

they smell markers for sport

You think they realize common little games like staring contests and then when you realize they don’t and teach them anyway they go around and teach their little minions

I have heard them sing: Barbie Girl, Flowers, Unholy, and the one song from Wednesday I can’t remember the name of 😂

I had a guy pass me a love note through his second grade son. No joke. He gave it to his kid, who gave it to the teacher to give to me, and the note was asking me out on a date.

Had a 4 year old straight up innocently say a curse word from his encoded message to his father which said, “dad: please don’t bust my a** anymore.” (Which, according to aunt who worked in building, has only happened once) And about DIED from laughing so hard. So did the teachers.

I got addicted to the snacks I had never tried until working with pre-school. SunChips and Rice Krispies never die.

Found out one of my little boys called me Carla to his parents because they couldn’t quite figure out what name he was saying. It was only upon meeting me that they said, “oh YOU’RE Kayla! We called you Carla for days!”

They sang a song about Goldfish. That song is now burned into my memory. Why is some young children’s music so freaking catchy?

On the last day, my favorite girl turned around to look at me before she got on the bus. I didn’t have the heart to really tell her that I wasn’t coming back. What I said was very brief. When she did turn around, I waved. She waved back. Little did she know I BROKE the second she walked through that door and disappeared. I didn’t think I’d come to love her as much as I did but she made it so EASY.

My oldest boy who I was the aide for? I met his grandmother, and she now sends me such wholesome photos of him and stresses that my loving him the way I did made a huge difference. She doesn’t know how hard I cry every single time she says it.

They have lungs. And I made the mistake of sticking them on high swings they can’t get to by themselves, which they all want to fight over, so half the time I wanted to just talk to teachers I ended up hearing: “MISSSSSSSSS KAYLLLAAAA!!! WILL YOU COME PUSH ME?” Hollered across the playground.

^ I will never make that same mistake again. 😂

Not everyone is meant for pre-school, but MAN… did I love it.

Cons: I never got included in anything by the teachers or their aides. They never included me, and man did that sting.

I GOT PINK EYE IN BOTH EYES THE DAY AFTER SCHOOL ENDED FOLKS

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! I’m here to bother you again!

Lately I have stumbled on a curious thought…I realized that with Anne Rice’s vampires, her characters, aren’t we all apologists? Most of the vampires that we root for have at one point done something terrible. I think that is what she done on purpose, to write them flawed and then have them do good, to ask us if we could possibly see them in a different light. And I have different thoughts about all of them at different stages of my life. But I was curious, who was the character that you find most difficult to like/understand? Do you think of them differently now? Or is it still difficult to like/understand? Because the most amazing thing about AR’s VC for me is that I can’t seem to hate anyone fervently for a long time 😆 There is so much that I could, we know there is some sensitive topics discussed in there, but she did it. And I’m like, is there something wrong with the way my brain is wired?? 😭

Hey dear!

Never a bother :) And yes, the very power of Anne's vampires is that they're so human. They echo us, in an uncanny way, and this echo connects us to them. Nothing wrong with you there, they are fictional after all :))) And I find something new in them every time I read the books. I feel differently about them every time I read them, simply because I am different then. Life has shaped me, gave me new viewpoints. It's actually quite beautiful that the books hold this kind of power.

In regards to your question: Mhhh, too difficult to like. That is difficult. I would say Gabrielle, maybe. While I get why Lestat turns her, and why she is who and how she is in life... some of how she is with him later and how cold she is just doesn't sit right with me.

Don't get me wrong, I love our transmasc queen, who fearlessly threatens Akasha.

But you know, there are other moments, after Queen of the Damned... for example here in Prince Lestat:

There she was after all these years in her old khaki safari jacket and faded jeans, her hair in a braid over her shoulder, her pale face like a porcelain mask.

“Come on, stand up!” she said, those cold blue eyes ashing in the lights of the burning building at the mouth of the tunnel.

And in that moment as love and resentment clashed with humbling fury, I was back at home hundreds of years ago, walking with her in those cold barren elds, with her haranguing me in that impatient voice. “Get up. Move. Come on.”

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” I snarled. “Slap me?”

And that’s what she did. She slapped me. “Get up quickly,” she said. “Take me to that gloried shelter you’ve made for yourself in the old castle. We must talk. Tomorrow night, I’ll take you to Sevraine.”

And I hated that scene. Lestat thinks of her so often, wonders so often where she is, and she shows up, and because he doesn't immediately jump the way she wants to... she does indeed slap him. That was incredibly disappointing for me, though probably in character. But being a mother now myself... it made me resent her. And I think it is very telling that there is no response there, that the chapter ends there. Lestat needs so much love... and that simple fact is a source for a lot of his problems, unfortunately. And her behavior, right there, back then and "now", is part of the reason. And he just cannot outrun it.

So yeah. Probably Gabrielle, despite the fact that I love her.

[star-mum]

CHAPTER 2 BABIES !!!!!

and so the waking up to good fanfiction streak continues (i literally just woke up, i apologize if this is more incoherent than usual)

OH YEAH ACTION CLIFFHANGER SHIT (i was so excited I forgot about thaaaaat)

"Performance cut short! Arrival of the Bloody Bandits!" again thesw fucking titles !!!! i can HEAR IT !!!!

"Lovely and vicious. She and Nami would get along" YEAH ???? please tell her that so she can stop being a little hater (and then we can kiss on the mouth, girl who are friends style)

"Show was getting borin’ anyways" uuuggghhhhh you want to kiss me so bad, boohoo google maps

"You held your microphone stand and thwacked a bandit in the stomach" YEEEAAAAHHHH !!!!!!!

"His blade arced upward and cut through bone and muscle as if were warm butter" VIOLENCE !! VIOLENCE !! VIOLENCE !!

"You didn’t flinch. Interesting" The results are in !! Zoro's type is a woman when she's covered in someone's blood (gotta hand it to him boss, at least he's got good taste)

"Sanji didn’t think twice. He ducked" IF A PRETTY WOMAN TELLS HIM TO DO SOMETHING HE ! IS ! DOING IT ! NO QUESTIONS ASKED ! YES MY QUEEN ANYTHING FOR YOU

"All friends start as strangers, dear.” MA'AM !!! THIS IS HOW PEOPLE GET KIDNAPPED !!! AND/OR MURDERED

"nine years ago" helloooo lore 👀

"The three bird islands were known for their impressive networks of caves" im sure this wont be a surprise tool that'll help us out later

"Usopp’s expression was painfully sympathetic" i love him i love him i love him i love him

"I promised myself that I wouldn’t fail again for any other child in this world" WAAAAAAHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

Okay but I was kinda expecting Estella to just be mysterious and maybe even a bit shitty person and now I feel bad !!!! she's just a mother who tried !!!! SHE BUILT AN ORPHANAGE GODDAMMIT !!!

"A warm huff of steam fanned your face" HAH THE FULL COOKING WITH SANJI SCENE !! TAKE THAT DEPRESSION !!!

"My dear, you can draw on the walls too" YOU THINK MAKING ME CRY IS COOL ?????

"You were too busy thinking about Luffy’s declaration" KSKSKS sorry I didn't hear what you said but it's hard to focus when facing tHE FUCKING SUN !!!!!

"I’m making seafood paella" aaah yes, we have Both seen that video of Taz and Iñaki talking about hispanic foods

"He smiled and the light caught a flicker of silver beneath his tongue" 👀👀 i am unable to look away

"Because you chopped oregano" I'll be damned if I stop using oregano in all my shit

"it's for savages" well gET IN LOSER, WE'RE SAVAGING

"Oh good, you didn’t burn the rice this time" cant have shit in this house

"A chubby black cat strutted into the room" oh my fucking god please let the cat interact with Zoro (he gives off those "do not bring a pet into this house -> pet becomes his favorite" vibes) pLEASE GOD

"the shitty cook couldn’t tie his shoes if a beautiful woman was nearby" so you agree 😌 you think im beautiful 😌

"although you didn’t recall making a sound" yeah he does that

"The three golden earrings dangling" if I say what I want about this, I think I'll be institucionalized

"You are outside" "I got turned around" ... BY WHAT ??? THE WIND ????

"a red sun was doodled near your thumb" is this the first drawing we did ? 🥺

“It wasn’t personal” alright COOL GUY go fuck yourself

of songbirds, swords, and spice (2)

pairing: Opla!Zoro x Opla!Sanji x Fem! Reader (no use of Y/N or L/N)

tw: this chapter contains blood & violence (makin' the live action more realistic lets goooo)

🏴‍☠️ read on AO3 🏴‍☠️

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Sanji blinked. The beautiful voice was gone, but the enchanting woman stood before him, her shocked expression morphing into simmering anger. Lovely and vicious. She and Nami would get along. One of the bandits fired into the air and there’s a surge of rapid movement, as fierce as a hurricane, as guests scramble to their feet. Tables and chairs went upturned, drinks spilled on the floor, alongside shattered plates and silverware. They fled. There were glimmers of gold here and there between flashes of streetwear as the staff directed citizens to the back exit. Usopp sidestepped into the flow of fleeing bodies and nervously looked behind him.

“Honestly.” Sanji stood. “Does no one have respect for the arts anymore?”

“Show was getting borin’ anyways.” Zoro unsheathed his sword.

Nami gripped her staff and looked at the crew before she nodded and jumped over the table. A scimitar whistled through the air, its silver blade glinting, and Sanji flattened himself to the floor. A single sweep of his leg knocked the bandit off-balance before he could strike Nami. There was a second of respite – as there often was in battle – and he used it to check on Nami and the performer.

Crack! Nami’s staff landed against a pirate’s jaw. Where’s the performer...he swiveled toward the exit. You were near it, but you weren’t running away. Wait. She’s not running?!

The sheer, billowing fabric of your performance robes trailed your movements. You held your microphone stand and thwacked a bandit in the stomach. The bandit grunted, doubled over, but recovered quickly. He leveled his pistol at your head.

No!

He ran toward you, but Zoro slid into his field of vision. His blade arced upward and cut through bone and muscle as if were warm butter. The bandit’s arm dropped onto the floor. A heartbeat. The bandit screamed, fell, clutched his bloody appendage to his chest, and desperately tried to halt the gushing fountain of blood from his elbow. Splotches of wet crimson saturated the front of your robes in sticky, and shiny dark patches.

“I had him.” Sanji huffed, swiping his blonde hair out of his face.

“Sure,” Zoro said sarcastically.

He flicked his blade outward and the excess blood splattered onto the floor and on your robe’s navy and white skirt. You didn’t flinch. Interesting. How often does this establishment get overrun with pirates? He wondered.

“You should get out of here,” Sanji said to you, “we can handle this.”

“No.” You lifted the microphone stand and rested it over your shoulder. “Duck.”

Sanji didn’t think twice. He ducked. The rounded base of the stand smashed into a bandit’s face, sending her reeling backward and clutching a bloody nose. He bounced back to his feet and offered you his most charming, most grateful smile. Your pretty face was freckled with blood and glistened with sweat. He can’t afford to get distracted by your beauty, however. The Cupidon Doré – the golden cupid – was still under threat. He remained close, avoiding your wide swings of the microphone stand. He roundhouse kicked a bandit. They crashed into a table, breaking it in half. One of Usopp’s ammunition whizzed past his head and ricocheted off a golden cherub before it struck a bandit in the eye.

He followed Usopp’s attack by dropping into a one-handed handstand position and – “Oof!” the bandit cried as Sanji’s kick slammed into his ribs. He used the momentum, spun in the opposite direction, and the second blow hit the bandit’s lower back. The bandit sprawled onto the floor beside broken plates and glass, dazed and groaning.

“Gum Gum Punch!” Luffy shouted, sending the leader of the blood bandits' through the wall. The Sheetrock crumbled and fell in large dusty chunks and exhumed a cloud of dust and debris. Whew.

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You stood in the middle of the destroyed dining room, heart pounding, your clothes sticky with blood, and muscles throbbing from swinging the microphone stand. You and these strangers managed to thwart the bloody bandits. Estella’s gonna be pissed.

“Did you seriously have to break our wall?” you asked between gasps of air.

“Sorry,” Straw Hat replied bashfully, “who were those guys?”

“They announced their name,” you said, placing the microphone stand back on the stage. “The fearsome bloody bandits.” You glanced at the cloying pool of blood and abandoned dismembered arm. Yikes. However, you couldn’t muster any sympathy for the poor bastard. He was going to shoot you. If not for the green-haired swordsman, you weren’t sure you’d be here. Although—the blonde one was right behind him. Maybe your luck wasn’t so bad.

You said, “They wear red so their enemies cannot see if they’ve been injured.”

“That’s stupid,” the swordsman said.

“Yeah, they’re not the most creative.”

“I’ve never heard of them,” Straw hat interjected.

“Do they bother you a lot?”

You didn’t have time to answer the staff-wielding woman because Estella shouted your name. She wheeled into the room, crushing shards of glass, plates, and splinters of wood along her way.

“I’m okay, grandma. I’m okay,” you assured her, “the blood isn’t mine.”

Your gaze lifted from Estella’s worried, wrinkled face to the swordsman. He stood with his arms crossed, his clothes dappled in blood, though nowhere near as badly as yours. Should you thank him? No. That wouldn’t be right. It wasn’t only him who saved the golden cupid.

“Thank you,” Estella said before you could, “I am in your debt. You may call me Madam Estella and this is my granddaughter--” she introduced you and you awkwardly bowed your head. As politeness demanded, Estella asked for their names, so she could thank them properly. The one with the red vest and straw hat was the first to speak.

“I am Monkey. D Luffy,” he said, “captain of the Straw Hats and future King of the Pirates.”

The future king of the pirates? Despite the dubious tone of your thoughts, you caught yourself smiling at Luffy’s earnest and determined expression. He believes it. I can see it all over his face.

Estella said, “You’re better pirates than this group of brainless jellyfish.” She shot a disdainful glare at one of the unconscious bloody bandits.

The Straw Hat pirates introduced themselves as Nami, Usopp, Sanji, and Zoro. You wondered if Estella viewed them—and you – as fools for their bravery or if she was truly grateful because the golden cupid was saved. You hadn’t been thinking about bravery during the fight. At first, you fought because you needed to ensure Estella evacuated safely. Then, Zoro saved your life and you kept fighting out of instinct, not bravery.

“Allow us to thank you properly. I assume your dinners were cut short? Come and have dinner at our home, stay the night if you wish, and tomorrow I will compensate you for your service.” Estella reached out and took your hand between hers.

Nami repeated, “compensation?”

“What?” You pulled your hand away. “Grandma, are you serious?”

“You need a bath.”

“They’re strangers!”

Estella tutted, pushed her wheelchair toward the door, and said, “All friends start as strangers, dear.”

You pressed your fingertips on your temples. Clearly, Estella had forgotten all the rules from nine years ago. We aren’t supposed to have strangers in the house. You lamented her decision, but you couldn’t overrule it. It’s her house. If she wanted to have guests then you couldn’t stop her. You collected your blood-stained skirts between your hands and walked briskly to catch up.

The palm leaves rustled overhead beneath a sky without stars—the full and bright moon—had stolen the show and outshone them.

Luffy fell into pace next to you and tucked his hands into his shorts’ pockets. “You know, I saw the waiters stealing from the VIP section.”

“They must’ve needed the berry,” you replied.

“Nah, I don’t think it was that.”

“Are you telling me that you’re a pirate who doesn’t steal?”

“Well,” he drawled, “I wouldn’t say that.”

You shook your head. “If you have questions about the performance then you can ask Estella. She’s in charge. Not me.”

“Okay!” Luffy’s long strides had an easier time catching up to Estella than you did. “Madam Estella, I have a question.”

You doubted she’d tell him about her longest-running con. The performance on every full moon was a front, a ruse, for you to use your devil fruit ability and clear out the pockets of Nightingale’s richest tourists. In the early days, before you settled on Nightingale Island, you used your voice to help you and Estella out of a dozen—no, a hundred—different situations. You had beguiled ship captains for free passage, slipped from Marine arrest, and incited brawls among rival pirates. Thankfully, that part of your life was over. You lived a quiet, comfortable life now. You sighed.

“Are you alright?” Sanji asked.

“Huh?” You blinked, surprised by his genuine tone. Who are these people? They were unlike any other pirates you had met.

“Not everyone walks away from a fight like that without shaking.”

“It’s not the first time they’ve come around,” you explained. “The three bird islands; nightingale, sparrow, and heron, they visit them every six months.”

“There isn’t a marine base on this island.” He placed a cigarette between his lips and lit it. “So, what happens usually?”

“Estella pays them off.” You frowned at the back of Estella’s head, her long silver-white braid swaying behind her chair. “I guess she forgot to do it or...something.” Your frown deepened.

Estella always remembered her payments. The bloody bandits were punctual and came to the island at the end of the six-month mark without delay. Estella put their payment inside a marked tree hole near the port. Did someone steal it? Or did Estella want the bandits to arrive?

“I doubt they’ll return anytime soon,” Sanji said, exhaling smoke.

You’re more than inclined to agree with him. The bloody bandits wouldn’t return to Nightingale until they had regrouped their forces and stitched their wounds. You hoped they wouldn’t seek retribution and worried, not for the first time, how safe this island was. You and Estella used to spend no more than a year in one place. You weren’t sure why she chose to place roots here, but you had your assumptions.

As Sanji had said, Nightingale Island lacked a military presence which allowed for more freedom. But, more than that, the local community of the island was close-knit and supportive. The tourists came to the island to walk the beaches of black sand, witness the migration of massive sea turtles during mating season, and explore the multiple caverns and caves scattered throughout the island’s wilderness. The three bird islands were known for their impressive networks of caves and the East Blue had no shortage of daredevils seeking their claim to fame or bored rich people.

Your two-story home was built next to the orphanage. At the gate, Estella stopped in front of a statue of a kneeling woman surrounded by children and she – as she always did – kissed her fingertips and touched the statue’s face. A bronze plate on the statue’s base read: ‘Thus you shall go to the stars’.

“Celesta?” Nami said, “is she someone famous from here?”

“No.” Estella’s brown eyes were glassy in the raw, sharp moonlight and she gazed upon the countenance of the statue with longing. “She was my daughter.”

Usopp’s expression was painfully sympathetic. You were tempted to look away, but you forced yourself to meet his tender gaze. These pirates are so weird.

“Your mom?” he asked.

You said, “No.”

Celesta was like a big sister to you, but you didn’t miss her like Estella did.

“I built the orphanage for her,” Estella explained, “I may have failed her as a mother, but I promised myself that I wouldn’t fail again for any other child in this world.”

A heavy, melancholy silence fell over the group and it felt like wearing an oversized itchy sweater. You stepped ahead and said, “I’ll get cleaned up and start dinner. Maybe you can give them a tour, Grandma?”

The sorrow on Estella’s face dimmed. “What a lovely idea, dear.”

There that’s better. You hated to see Estella haunted by her regrets. She was a good person. What happened between her and Celesta wasn’t her fault, but you had had that conversation before and it led to dead-ends and tears every time.

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A warm huff of steam fanned your face. Your tongs, holding one of the lobster tails, dripped with hot water as you fished them out to let them cool.

Estella’s kitchen was a myriad of colors. The children liked to draw and Estella never told them ‘No, children, you can’t draw on the furniture’. The light wood counter was decorated with ugly chickens, girls holding hands, and flowers and snails. The support beams were scratched with measurements of height and hearts and turtles and clouds.

When the children first started, you hated it. You told Estella to tell them to stop and she had looked at you with so much sadness in her eyes that you stormed off. Later, she had said, ‘My dear, you can draw on the walls too.’ and you argued that you weren’t a baby anymore and Estella had stroked the side of your face and said ‘Don’t let him take your joy away, don’t give him that power.’

It had taken you a while to realize that you were angry at the young children because you were jealous. You never got to draw on the walls as a child and it wasn’t fair that they could. But, you grew up and stopped caring about the conglomeration of artwork that decorated Estella’s kitchen.

Someone knocked on the door frame and said, “Would you like some help?”

Sanji leaned onto the doorframe, hands in his pockets, a soft curl of his blonde hair falling artfully over his brow.

You dropped a spoonful of oil onto the cast iron pan. “You can cook?”

“Did you miss my introduction?” he asked, “I said I was the chef on the Going Merry.”

Huh. You had to have missed it. You were too busy thinking about Luffy’s declaration and his fierce determination reflected in his eyes.

Sanji was framed in the colors of summer and misty plumes of vapor shrouded your line of sight. You swallowed. Normally, cooking on performance night was unheard of. If the bloody bandits hadn’t attacked, then the kitchen at the golden cupid would’ve made dinner for you and Estella. Fuck it. You wouldn’t mind his help.

“I’m making seafood paella,” you said.

“What can I do?”

“The onions, tomatoes, and garlic need to be chopped.”

“Aha.” He smiled. “Easy enough.”

You picked up a wet, slimy shrimp and began to devein it with a small knife. You didn’t look at Sanji beside you, but you felt his eyes flickering to you, the weight of words unsaid lingering in the air between the scent of cooked rice and lobster. Chop, chop, chop – Sanji’s hand was steady and practiced, and his technique was precise. He’s doing a better job than I ever could.

“What herbs are you using?”

You gestured with your knife to Estella’s recipe pinned to the wall. It had been your saving grace for years because you were hopeless without her explicit directions.

“Saffron, paprika, cayenne, pepper flakes, salt,” you replied, “and I’ve got fresh parsley to serve it with.”

“Do you like to cook?”

You laughed and the rhythm of Sanji’s knife against the cutting board stuttered.

“Not really.” You picked up another shrimp. “I learned because Estella doesn’t want to hire anyone to cook for her.”

“Why not?”

Because she trusts four people in this entire world and I’m one of them.

“You’re a curious bunch of pirates,” you said instead of answering his question.

“Curious as in strange,” he said, tilting his head, “or curious as in nosy?” He smiled and the light caught a flicker of silver beneath his tongue, well-hidden, but noticed by you.

You clarified, “Nosy.”

“You and Estella are an interesting pair.” He added rice to the pan without your instruction and you were grateful you didn’t need to walk him through it. “She reminds me of someone – someone I used to work for.”

The fondness in his tone surprised and intrigued you. You met Sanji’s clear blue eyes. Wild blue, you thought, the color of the cloudless sky while at sea…so much blue that you could stare and go mad. The aromatic, earthy spices flooded your nostrils, the shrimp was cold between your fingers, and your heart did a funny, backward somersault.

“Your dynamic is familiar,” he said, adding tomatoes and green beans to the dish and increasing the heat. “And perhaps it’s made me a little homesick.”

Homesick for what? For who? You wondered.

“It’s a long story.”

He wiped the countertop and said, “We have time.”

Too bad, you thought, I’m not telling you anything. Your history with Estella wasn’t meant to be shared. It was safer that way. Yes, the straw hats were pirates who saved 'the golden cupid', but that didn’t mean you trusted them. Trust had to be earned and fought for.

“Who does Estella remind you of?”

“It’s a long story,” he said, stirring the rice.

Your heart repeated its funny, little somersault. You shook your head and took the parsley from the herbs hanging off the wooden rack. Your knife work was much, much clumsier than Sanji’s and you roughly chopped the parsley before setting it aside in a small bowl.

Sanji cleared his throat. “Didn’t you say you were using parsley for the garnish?”

“Yeah, why?” You asked while wiping the knife clean with a rag.

His eyes remained on the paella when he replied, “Because you chopped oregano.”

Your jaw was unhinged and a warm, prickly heat clawed its way up your neck. You dumped the bowl’s contents into the trash.

“The fresh herbs aren’t labeled!” you retorted, embarrassment sharpening your tone.

“Here”–he reached over your shoulder and plucked the aforementioned herb free– “It’s this one.”

His lanky arm brushed against your shoulder and you caught a whiff of vanilla with a spicy undertone, wholly unrelated to the seafood dish cooking nearby. I think I’m having a heart issue, you thought worriedly, maybe I’ll see a doctor tomorrow.

“Thanks.”

“Normally I wouldn’t say anything. It’s not my kitchen, after all, but…” He pushed his hair out of his face, smiling. “I couldn’t let a wonderful dish like this be ruined with oregano.”

Your eyes connected through the misty clouds of fragrant steam. Once again, you were baffled by these pirates—by this man in particular—who fought nearest to you and offered his help in a stranger’s kitchen. It doesn’t matter how interesting they are, you reminded yourself, they’ll leave tomorrow. No one stays on Nightingale Island. Pirates especially weren’t known for their desire to stay put.

“Is dinner ready yet? I’m starving,” Luffy asked, bounding into the kitchen. “Neat drawings. Are these yours?”

You broke eye contact with Sanji.

“No, they’re from some of the children next door.”

“I like this one,” he said, pointing at a child’s rendition of Gold Rodger. “Do you think they’ll draw me once I’m King of the Pirates?”

You smiled. “If you’re lucky.”

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When dinner was served, Estella said, “Oh good, you didn’t burn the rice this time.” You covered your face with your hands and groaned.

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After dinner, Estella ushered everyone into her ‘trinket room’. Zoro didn’t know why the old bat didn’t show this room during her tour, but he wasn’t going to ask. The tour had been a waste of time and consisted of everyone else asking a dozen questions to which Estella answered with long-winded stories and unrelated anecdotes. He wished, more than once, that he was back on the ship taking a nap. The chilly room was as large as the dining room and filled with...junk. Old paintings of beaches lined the wall and glass display cases contained rocks and jars of dirt.

Nami’s face lit up at Estella’s collection of brass telescopes and Luffy smeared his face and palms against a glass box at the center of the room.

“Noticed those, have you, Luffy?” Estella asked.

Zoro peered around Luffy’s shoulder. It was a glass box with more boxes inside. There were four stands, although one was empty. A jade box, an onyx box, and a lapis lazuli box were stored within the glass. The boxes were etched with lines, like impressions, and Zoro scratched the back of his head. What’s the big deal?

He asked, “Do you have any swords?”

“No.” She shook her head. “They’re too expensive.”

He exhaled shortly through his nose. She wasn’t lying. He hadn't found a swordsmith yet, but his broken blades were a lost cause. He would need to buy brand new ones before they entered the grand line.

You draped a blanket over Estella’s lap and stood next to her. She’s protective. His eyes trailed across your shoulders to your arms. She’s strong, though. He wouldn't have guessed it on his first impression. You had stood on the destroyed remnants of wood and glassware, drenched in blood, and didn’t waver.

“Have you heard of the great pirate Pandora?” asked Estella.

“No,” Luffy replied eagerly, “who were they?”

“It’s said that Pandora hid her treasures inside these puzzle boxes.” Estella smiled. “It’s my dream to someday have all four.”

“You should find them. You’ve already got three,” Luffy said, pointing to the case.

“Grandma is a little too old to travel the East Blue hunting fairy tales,” you interjected.

“I don’t think so,” Luffy said, “if you have a dream then you should go for it. Your age doesn’t matter.”

Estella smiled again, but you didn’t object to Luffy’s bold optimism this time. This – at least – he understood. Some people heard Luffy speak but they didn’t listen to what he was saying. Even if I’m old and graying...I’m going to be the world’s greatest swordsman. Hopefully, he would hold the title until his death.

“Where did you get all this stuff?” Usopp asked.

A chubby black cat strutted into the room and Estella patted her lap.

“All over,” she said, “my granddaughter and I explored quite a bit of the East Blue before we settled here.”

That topic gathered everyone’s attention but his. You sat on your knees by Estella’s lap and scratched the cat behind the ears, offering gentle corrections to Estella’s story, but otherwise remained quiet.

Hmph, he thought, this is weird. When you had performed, Zoro forgot to breathe, to move, every nerve-ending was alive and buzzing at the saccharine sound of your voice. But whatever happened within the golden cupid had faded. Now, the only person on the crew who was affected by you was Sanji and that was because the shitty cook couldn’t tie his shoes if a beautiful woman was nearby. Idiot.

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You paced. Your bedroom was bathed in pale moonlight. There was no hope of sleeping tonight. The joyful songs of crickets and calm ocean waves fell on deaf ears. You couldn’t sleep with strangers in the house. Estella offered them the guest bedrooms which were upstairs with yours’. Every creak of the floorboards and every clanging interior pipe brought your hair on end. You scooped Mimi up and the overweight cat purred in your arms, but wouldn’t be held for long before she jumped free.

“I see how it is,” you grumbled, “you’re my best friend when I’m slicing tuna, but you won’t keep me company tonight?”

Mimi pawed at your closed door and looked over her shoulder, her big eyes flashed, reflective in the moonlight.

“Spoiled.” You opened your door. Mimi sauntered into the dark hallway, her tail curved into a question-mark shape and twitching. I’m not sleeping so I might as well take a walk. You tightened the sash on your robe and followed Mimi down the stairs. When you first moved to Nightingale Island, you walked at night because you were afraid that someone from your past was inside every shadow. You walked to ease your nerves and prove to yourself that no cutthroats or bounty hunters were hiding in barrels or waiting on the black beaches. The weathered floors welcome your bare feet in gentle familiarity. You skipped the second to last step on the stairwell—knowing it creaked like a gunshot—and you didn’t want to wake Estella who slept on the first floor. Mimi pranced by your legs, demanding your attention, and you gently nudged her away with your foot.

“Traitor, I’m not feeding you.”

Mimi, who you were convinced understood human language, made a soft ‘mrrow’ chirp before she abandoned you and darted toward Estella’s room. You better not wake her you little rat. You quietly opened the backdoor and silently closed it behind you. The brackish night breeze stirred your silken robes and teased your exposed ankles. You inhaled deeply and found a semblance of peace in the quiet freedom of being outside. The backyard wasn’t large, but the bordering underbrush led to narrow pathways created by the tiny, traversing feet of children straight to the ocean. I walked these paths first, you thought, pushing a branch aside before the children came to live next door.

The closer to the ocean you got, the lighter your steps became, and the tension in your shoulders relaxed. I should check the drop-off tree, you remembered your conversation with Sanji. There’s no way Estella forgot to pay them. You hadn’t wanted to ask her while the Straw Hats were visiting because you didn’t want them to start asking for payments, too. You had seen Estella’s accounting books. The golden cupid fared well, but there was a reason she continued her long-con with you. The berry stolen from wealthy tourists helped provide for ‘Celesta’s Home for Lost Children’.

A swordsman drenched in gossamer light and made ethereal stood beneath the arching palm trees. Your heart bounced into your throat. They’ve found me. They’ve finally found us. Your lip wobbled. The swordsman had to have heard you—although you didn’t recall making a sound—because he turned his head. The three golden earrings dangling from his earlobe caught a fraction of moonlight and glinted.

“Zoro?” You rubbed your palm against your terrified heartbeat.

“Hey,” he greeted you like it was normal to stand around in the middle of the night.

The cool sand threaded through your toes as you walked towards him.

“What are you doing?” Your voice was apprehensive and a foreboding sense of doom gripped your lungs. What if he isn’t part of the Straw Hats? He infiltrated them, and earned their trust, but his true goal was to come here and kill us. It didn’t matter how friendly they all appeared whilst at dinner. Maybe all of them are bad. They’re all hired killers. A memory of warm blood squirting onto your robes, the bandit’s fingers twitching on the floor, and Zoro’s intense, focused expression as his dark eyes met yours through the arcing spray of blood. Your heart skipped and you resisted the urge to run back home. If Zoro was dangerous, then you needed to kill him first and then secure the house.

He said, “’m looking for the kitchen.”

You looked around in case this was a strange stress-induced dream. Or maybe you had missed the creaky step and tripped over Mimi and you were unconscious on the floor.

“You are outside.”

“I got turned around,” he replied nonchalantly, resting his wrist on his sword hilt. “You?”

“I was taking a walk.” You adjusted the front of your robe to ensure it was closed. “I like walking.” Why did I tell him that? He didn’t need to know.

Zoro looked away to the rolling dark blue waves and glittering black sands. The tide was going out, pulling seashells and seaweed with it. Maybe Zoro was drunk. That would explain how he managed to wander out of the house. Great, he’s just a drunken swordsman. Nothing to be afraid of. As much as you wanted to leave Zoro here and let him find his way, you knew Estella wouldn’t be happy if she found out that you abandoned her guest. Drunk or not—you had to help him.

“Can I walk you back to the house?” you asked, “and I’ll even show you where the kitchen is.”

Zoro shrugged. “Sure.”

Your eye twitched. Deep breath, you said to yourself, he’s drunk and lacks social manners.

There was a strange phenomenon that always occurred whenever you took your nightly walks when the walk to the ocean was shorter than the walk home. However, tonight, that phenomenon didn’t happen. You were hyper-aware of Zoro’s nearly silent steps in the sand behind you. The palm trees whispered secrets overhead. The ocean’s lullaby grew quieter and quieter. Every few steps, you wanted to check over your shoulder and ensure he was upright and coherent and didn’t get lost again.

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You tell Zoro to help himself to any food or drink within Estella’s pantry. ‘She won’t drink it all,’ you had said. You stopped before leaving him and gripped the doorframe—a red sun was doodled near your thumb. It was as bright as blood. You swallowed and turned partway to see him. If you were going to say it, then you might as well face him when you did. He leaned against the countertop with the beer bottle’s neck dangling between his long fingers. You couldn’t read his expression. Bored, maybe? He was nowhere near as animated as the rest of his crew. The kitchen light muddled his mossy hair, making it appear a sickly yellow-green.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?” His dark, pensive eyes jumped from a spot on the floor and locked with yours. Now or never, your other hand flexed into a relaxed fist, I would be dead and gone if not for him. You thought of Estella building a statue in your honor, kissing her fingers and pressing her wrinkled palm against your stone cheek.

“Thank you for saving my life.” The words rushed out of you, jumbled and earnest. You blinked back your tears, tilting your face from Zoro before he could notice the telltale glossiness of your eyes. Your heartbeat echoed a lonely thrum in your ears.

The silence stretched, elongating like the streaks of moonlight through shadows of palm leaves. Why hasn’t he said anything? He was drunk, probably, and maybe didn’t hear you. But you couldn’t say it again. It would be mortifying to say it twice.

Your forearm and elbow trembled as the edge of the doorframe bit into your tightly curled fingers.

“It wasn’t personal,” said Zoro, finally breaking his silence.

You nodded, curt and short, and left Zoro to his lukewarm beer and quiet contemplation—or perhaps it truly was boredom.

You skipped the second step on the stairwell because it creaked like a broken ship’s hull and you definitely didn’t want to wake Estella. You were afraid everything would spill out of you if you saw her: your confusion and curiosity about the Straw Hats, your present fears, the tense moments you had shared with Zoro, and the quiet ones shared with Sanji, and the light you saw in her eyes when she shared her trinket room and talked about Pandora.

Your heart was pounding by the time you reached your room and closed the door, leaning your knobby spine against it. You rubbed your tired eyes with your fists. How could one day feel like ten years?

“Mrreooow!” Mimi called from the other side of the door.

“Rat,” you said affectionately, opening it, and following her to your bed.

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a/n: this chapter was supposed to be so much shorter lmao. i hope u are all having a lovely time <3 thank u for reading

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Prompt: Spencer trying to cook for his partner? ❤️‍🩹 (hope this is a fun one)

anon, i could not have asked for a better prompt! i've been meaning to write something like this for a while and you finally pushed me to write it so thank you! ❤️

"Burnt Food" ~ S. Reid

Summary: With Y/N and Spencer's wedding anniversary right around the corner, Spencer is determined to make his wife the most memorable meal she's ever had. However… the dinner ends up being memorable in a way Spencer couldn't have never hoped for less.

Pairing: Husband!Spencer Reid x Fem!Wife!Reader (because i'm obsessed with the idea of marrying this man, fight me)

Word Count: 781

Content Warning: mention of food and alcohol, mild sexual content, implied smut at the end but no details

Genre: lots of Fluff. as i always say, what else did y'all expect from me 😭

Extra Notes: yes the title is stolen from The Good Doctor bc i just started rewatching it hehehehe

Based On the Prompt: "Spencer trying to cook for his partner?"

Originally Written: 09/16/22

Beta Read By: @reidsbookclub (love u forever bestie)

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When it comes to cooking, Spencer's skills are… less than satisfactory, we'll say.

It wasn't like he hadn't tried being a decent chef. Many nights, he'd found himself staring at a fancy Pinterest recipe, hoping and praying and crossing his fingers that it would turn out right.

Still, between his father never teaching him how to cook and his mother being unable to cook at all, Spencer never really could get the hang of sautéing vegetables to the correct consistency or browning ground beef just right.

But with his one year wedding anniversary right around the corner, he was determined to make a meal so spectacular that it would put even Gordon Ramsay to shame.

In the days leading up to his anniversary, Spencer spent every free moment he had browsing the internet for the perfect dinner recipe. Spaghetti? No, too stereotypical. Roasted turkey? No, too difficult. Steak? No, too stereotypical and too difficult.

Finally, just as Spencer clicked on what he swore would be his last article for the night, he spotted it.

Garlic butter salmon.

"How hard could salmon be?" he pondered. "Surely it's like chicken. Chicken's pretty easy."

Oh, how Spencer underestimated the intricacy of cooking the perfect salmon.

An hour into his cooking endeavors, he found himself extremely disappointed by the food in front of him and slightly annoyed with himself for insisting that his wife get a manicure while he prepared her surprise.

He didn't even hear the door open as he stood in horror, staring at mushy and overcooked asparagus, rice pilaf that was dry enough to be mistaken for dog food, and what was left of the now shredded salmon. "Perhaps I underestimated the instructions when the article insisted that salmon could fall apart easily if not flipped properly," Spencer internally admitted to himself.

The only thing that had made it out intact from Spencer's disastrous cooking attempt was the bottle of chardonnay, which he now feared he'd somehow manage to screw up too. "Does she even like this brand? What good is an eidetic memory if I can't even remember what brand of wine she likes?" his inner monologue war continued.

"Spence?" Y/N asked softly, watching her husband stand over the stove in what could only be described as sheer terror.

Spencer turned his head slowly, wishing he could disappear. "Yeah?" he replied in the same tone, the feeling of pricking tears burning his eyes.

"What are you doing?" she further inquired, more so having reference to his facial expression rather than his actual actions.

"Um…" he hesitated, trying to figure out exactly how he should explain himself, "Well… I wanted to make you dinner for our anniversary."

"Uh huh."

"But, uh… it didn't work out very well."

Y/N's expression softened as she looked over the food. "Well, that was very kind of you."

Spencer's mouth went into that signature scrunch like it always did as he continued to hold back tears of disappointment. "But… I ruined it."

Y/N reached up, running her fingers delicately along Spencer's shoulder. "Honey, you didn't ruin anything. I prefer my asparagus well done anyway," she said, finishing her statement with a giggle.

His scrunch formed into a half-smile as he looked down at his wife. "I wanted to make you this nice dinner as a gesture to say 'thank you for always putting up with me' but I fear I've made the problem worse."

A laugh made its way out of Y/N's lips—Spencer's favorite noise to ever grace his eardrums. "There is no other man I'd ever want to put up with other than you," she smiled, her hand moving from his shoulder to the loose ringlets at the bottom of his neck. "I mean, I don't know any other man I'd willingly take to a movie theater just to watch a four-hour-long Russian movie with him."

Finally, for the first time all day, a laugh spilled from Spencer's mouth. "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Y/N's other hand made its way to Spencer's chest, her thumb rubbing small circles near the collar of his button-down. "At least the intermission was fun," she smirked, having flashbacks to all that they'd put that family bathroom through.

Spencer's eyebrows raised suggestively. "You know… we still have a perfectly good bottle of wine to celebrate with," he proposed, moving his hands to sit lightly on her hips.

Y/N leaned up to leave a long, hungry, and somewhat sloppy kiss on Spencer's buttery lips. "At least the garlic butter tasted good," she thought to herself.

Their lips chased each other as they wandered through their shared apartment, Spencer's burnt rice and shredded salmon soon being long forgotten.

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YALL I CANNOT EXPRESS TO YALL HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS BLURB 😭

I've been meaning to write a fic like this ever since I saw this post by @radiant-reid and I am so so so happy it turned out as well as it did. I've loved this concept ever since I first read the post and I'm so happy I finally got a chance to write my own little version of it.

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed! This is definitely one of my favorite fluffy things I've written recently. I think it's so cute and simple but so sweet.

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Cooking without a recipe

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Fandom: tokyo revengers

Characters: mikey, draken, chifuyu, baji, mitsuya

My headcanons on how cooking without a recipe with them would go

Cw: some curse words

An: aaaaaaaa I’m so sorry for not posting for some time, life’s been kinda hectic these days and I’m still trying to finish some of the requests😭 also it’s my birthday today :) (Not proofread so sorry for any mistakes)

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Mikey

He had been craving chicken nuggets for a while now, so you offered to make some homemade ones with him

You found a good recipe online but he insisted following a recipe wasn’t needed

“It’s literally just chicken and breadcrumbs, we can just wing it” pun not intended

Oh boy

It had already gone wrong when you went shopping for ingredients

Instead of buying chicken cutlets, mf bought a whole ass grilled chicken

“Since it’s already grilled we can’t get salmon vanilla😁”

Cutting the chicken into bite sized pieces was a disaster

He somehow nearly stabbed you

You told him you’d take over the cutting from him and he could toss the chicken chunks into some egg and breadcrumbs

Literally the easiest task, right?

WRONG

When I tell you this mf licked his fingers EVERYTIME he dipped a chicken piece into the beaten egg

Anyway

You went on to frying the chicken after you banned him from the kitchen

He was kinda sad about it

But it was the right thing to do

To cheer him up a bit you put a flag on the top chicken nugget on the plate

After taking your first bite you realized you forgot the seasoning because of the chaos💀

He fought for his life on the toilet that night (don’t eat raw egg kids!)

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Draken

You were incredibly hungry after getting back from driving through the countryside on the back of Draken’s motorcycle

He offered to make his special hot curry for the both of you

Since you were absolutely famished, of course you couldn’t reject his generous offer

You watched him get all the ingredients he needed

You asked if he needed a recipe, to which he replied that he’d already made it so many times, he knew the recipe by heart

Growing up without parents made him a fairly good cook

He began with cooking the rice

Then he cut the chicken and vegetables into bite-sized chunks à la gordon ramsey or so he tried

You offered your help, but he refused to let you lift a single finger

A true gentleman

He cooked onion and garlic in a pan until they became fragrant

He added the chicken and vegetables to the pan

While he was preparing the grated apple and honey for the curry roux in a pot with water, the smell of something burning began to fill the kitchen

“What’s that funky smell, did you just fart- SHIT THE PAN”

He RAN to his vegetables and tried to save them from completely burning to a crisp

He successfully saved them after turning down the heat and burning his fingers trying to toss out some black pieces of carrot

He was so focused on flexing his cooking skills on you, he totally forgot he was, indeed, cooking

You helped him pour ice cold water on his burned finger tips to ease the pain, which he secretly really appreciated even though he tried to act chill about it

“You’re always so overly worried, it doesn’t even hurt” ow ow ow ow ow ow

He went on to add the curry roux with the chicken and vegetables and turned off the heat

When the curry roux pieces were completely dissolved, he served the curry with the rice on the fanciest plates he owned aka not made out of paper

Even after some trouble, the dish was absolutely delicious

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Chifuyu

He wanted to make a Swiss roll with you for a long time and you guys finally found the time to do it

At first you were really working together as a team

But later on he wanted to play dumb

“Can you please show me how to make the filling? I don’t know how to do it :(“

He does, he knows how to do it, he just likes to see you mix all the ingredients and explain everything carefully to him

It’s when he started to throw compliments your way mid-explanation that you knew what he was doing

So you told him that it was his turn to put everything you just told him into practice :)

Boy was dumbfounded, flabbergasted even

He was CONVINCED that he could just let you do all the work

Didn’t try to play dumb after tho, he was already caught once, chances of him getting caught twice were too big

But he was actually useful after you put him in his place

Some mistakes were made here and there like adding too much red food colouring, making the cake batter red instead of pink

Rolling up the Swiss roll almost failed miserably, the cake nearly broke

But everything turned out fine after a lot of screaming and panicking from both of you

The time had come for the cake to rest in the refrigerator for a couple of hours

Guess what

Mf couldn’t wait and ate half of it by the time the Swiss roll was actually done resting💀

He didn’t help you clean up either, said he was too sick to move

Never baked anything with him after

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Baji

Just like most days, he was realllyyyyyy craving some peyoung yakisoba

One problem tho

He didn’t have any at home, nor did he have any money, nor did he know how to make it with the ingredients he had

So he texted you to come over and buy some yakisoba for him

Since you know that him trying to cook on his own would result in the kitchen being on fire, you accepted his demand request

You showed up to his home with a backpack filled with peyoung yakisoba

He tried to reach for the packets in your backpack but you flicked his hand away before he could manage to grab them

Not even a thank you? Tch

Anyway, you prepared some boiling water for the instant noodles before he tried to eat them raw

“They’re crispy that way! What’s wrong with crispy noodles?!”

Everything.

Of course this mf doesn’t even know how to prepare instant noodles, so you had to do everything on your own

It was for the best tbh, he’d probably manage to screw up the most simple steps

But you let him empty the sachets with seasoning into the noodles, since banning him from the kitchen would be useless

He’d just keep coming back

However, you were right about him screwing up simple things

Instead of first opening the sachets, he just tossed them in, unopened

You didn’t have the energy to get mad at him tbh😐

You chased him out of the kitchen with a dough roller and fished out the seasoning sachets

He finally left you alone, so you were able to finish preparing the yakisoba

You insisted on just ordering takeout pizza for him next time

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Mitsuya

It was your birthday and so he decided to bake you a cake

He turned to pinterest for some inspiration to bake the most aesthetic cake you’ve ever seen

After scrolling for hours in search for the perfect cake, he decided on baking a matcha white chocolate cake with green frosting and decorated with edible flowers

He got the ingredients and got straight to work

First he made the batter with utmost precision, even without a recipe to follow along

Not even a tiny piece of egg shell in the batter, what a professional

Has this cooking playlist that he hums to while baking your cake

This man has incredibly steady hands, meaning that when he poured the batter into the heart shaped cake form, no batter was spilled

Like when he finished baking, he didn’t even need to do any cleaning up, the kitchen was still clean af

When the cake was done baking, he put on those cute lil oven mitts and successfully got the cake out of the oven

Even while his little sisters were dangling from his legs, he managed to decorate the cake with an inhuman precision

To top it off he wrote a sweet happy birthday message on the cake :)

Delivered the cake personally to you in a cute green box, matching the cake

Possibly the best cake you ever had, period

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[beautifulblhell]

Tags: Fluff

WC: 764

A/N: Not proofread, but I kind of wanted to get something down so welp, here you go😭👍🏻

After making sure everything was clean, Osamu flickered off the lights in the store before trudging up the stairs with a yawn.

Now that the Olympics have started, more people have flocked into Onigiri Miya because of Atsumu being on Japan’s volleyball team. Not that it was a bad thing, since it acted as free advertisement for Osamu and business has been booming, but it does mean he has by the end of each day his stomach was rumbling and his steps were heavy.

The aroma of your cooking leads Osamu into the kitchen. Your back was to him, and you were stirring a pan with concentration. Cooking wasn’t your forte. Usually, Osamu was the one who cooked, but seeing how busy he was, getting up even earlier than normal to make onigiri and closing up so late, you offered to cook until his schedule returned to normal.

Seeing you standing there brought a smile onto Osamu’s face. He wrapped his arm around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulders. The feeling of your warmth eased all the tension in his body, and he felt the exhaustion that had accumulated throughout the day come crashing down on him.

“God, I’m so hungry.”

“Samu!” You looked up at him with a bright smile. “I’m making stew tonight. It’s nearly ready.”

“Can I have a taste?”

“Here,” you scooped a spoonful onto a small plate and held it out to him.

“How is it?” You watched him with a frown as he ate it in one gulp.

“It’s delicious.”

“Really?” You frowned at your husband. Last time you burnt the curry and he still said it tasted good.

“What, you don’t believe me?” Osamu grinned at you. Then before you could say anything, he leaned down, and his lips met yours.

“See? Tastes good, right?” Osamu licked his lips as he pulled back.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide your blush. “It’s nearly ready, now go and wait in the dining room and stop bothering me. And will you go and check up on him? He has been really quiet.”

“Sure, but the pot is boiling over.” Osamu chuckled.

“Wha-?!” Turning around, you saw the pot had indeed boiled over and was spilling across the stove.

“Do ya need any help?”

“No, no, I’m fine,” the panic in your tone didn’t match your words, but you were determined not to let Osamu work anymore since he looked so tired.

You shooed Osamu out of the kitchen. “Just go and check up on him please!”

“Just don’t burn down the kitchen, I still need to use it tomorrow.” He left with a laugh.

Osamu walked into the dining room. It had been awfully quiet. Usually, your son would be the first one to come and greet his father, but today, he was nowhere to be found.

A small shuffling noise came from the dining table.

A single plate stood on the table, holding a few clumsily made onigiri. It was evident whoever made it did not press hard enough, and all the filling had spilled out. Small finger marks were etched on the surface of the onigiri.

A pair of innocent grey eyes peered up from the table edge. Grains of rice were stuck in his hair and around his mouth.

In an instant, all of Osamu’s fatigue melted away as he looked at his son. He could feel a warm smile spreading across his face. It was moments like these that Osamu knew he made the right choice in opening his own onigiri shop. To be able to see his beloved wife and son everyday, and make a living out of doing what he loves, it was truly a blessing.

*****

You looked at the dishes you had prepared. Tonight, you were actually quite proud of what you’ve accomplished. No dishes cracked. No burnt food, and it actually tasted quite decent.

You crossed the room until you came to the living room.

“Samu, dinner’s ready-“ you peered through the doorframe then paused.

Osamu was sprawled across the carpet, his arms were around his son who was lying across his chest, who rose and fell with each steady breath Osamu took. Both of them had grains of rice stuck on their cheeks.

Your eyes softened as you gazed at the two people who you loved more than they will ever know. You gathered a blanket and laid it softly across your husband and son. Quietly, you turned off the light.

You could let them rest longer.

After all, it was after hours at Onigiri Miya.

Masterlist | Ko-Fi | 2021.07.31

[ragnvdnir]

Hello i realized i havent dropped by these past few days 💀 i'll go reply to your ask game first (i realized i havent replied to your previous messages too 😰)

you 🤝 me caring about the meaning of the flowers more (but ngl i would be choosy in the appearance of it too 😭)

humble and shy ein 🧐 we want to see that💪 i might mistake you for another person if i were to witness that tbh 😭 therapist and mom friend ein 😳

me too i am so interested in psychology but then why everything involves math 😔💔 im literally guessing the answers in my math test dont do this to me 💔💔💔

Ein with dimples 😳 idk but that's cute 💪 (ok dw about not having to say smth about phys appearance i have a friend who i did this ask game with and they answered thighs for this xD while i just filled in the last spot with my other moles in other parts of my body 💀 if that's counted lmao) Loving the failure hime cut yass 😍😍😍

Baker ein 😳😳😳 maam lets go kitchen date now even tho i have no idea how to turn the stove on for my life— diluc move away im taking your spot setting things aside you literally just gave me an idea about painting dates with them. Just imagine Diluc trying his very best to draw but he's not really... Creative xD

Ok this is no offense but your comment abt me is so funny like 😭😭😭 why is it so awkward 🤨🤔 is this u 🤨 yeah this is u 😍 no cuz i can visualize you frozen on the spot like a tsundere spitting these words out it's like i forced you to say them 😭🤣 im glad it made u feel nice tho <33 cuz man throwing up is so concerning it aint a daily thing to happen 😟😰

Shoujo girls 💀 be that "villainess" and girlboss instead of being the lame ass main character who turns out to be the actual antagonist which caused me to have trust issues with angel looking bitches tbh 😭 i'm with u in this money loving personality 💗💗💗 we just happen to be luxurious and it's not our fault <3

the fact that you rlly want puppies gives so much wanting to adopt thoma vibes 💪 you can do it 💪💪💪

ALSO I DONT MIND LONG ANSWERS look at me doing asks that are so dam long but i still push it 😍😍😍 i also enjoy your enjoys so why not

— 🍰.

you dont have to reply to everything😭😭 its fine👹👹

nah bc i would care abt the appearance of the flower too😭😭

ofc i am humble and shy duh 🙄🙄 why do u sound offending🤬🤬⁉️i have to step up since i am the oldest in us😔😔 a single mom and a therapist 😔💔

ikr😭😭 why does it have those evil numbers and symbols 😭😭 i decided that ill take psychology bc i want to avoid those numbers but they wont just leave me alone😢😢 im really bad at math💔💔 i feel like im offended when ppl say math is easier than english like🤨🤨 you really gonna chose those wicked numbers over words?? not me though, i prefer english😩😩

idk but im starting to dislike my dimples bc they dont look good when i smile??😭😭 naurr bc even though i cant cut my hair for the hime cut, after a few days im starting loving it 🤨🤨⁉️⁉️

why did u think i can cook and bake😢😢 for the safety of everyone do not let me handle the kitchen, i am warning you😔😔 there was one time i was planning to cook fried rice so i open the stove, placed the pan and put the oil. so u have to wait for the oil to start working (?) right?? but i was impatient. what i did was i set the fire in the highest for the oil to work faster. i left the kitchen to grab my phone. but since i was bitch, the moment i held my phone, i forgot the pan, everything. so i continued using my phone but then minutes later, i smell something burning and my mom went out of her room to check what was that. she went to the kitchen and we saw the pan burning😭😭 like the fire was on its highest and it reached the oil inside the pan so the fire was really high😭😭 im just glad that the fire didn't reach the bulb on the ceiling or else😩😩 when my mom turned off the stove she faced me and was angry, she was scolding me but like she has the rights since i almost set our house on fire😭😭 then after she scolded me, she left and i didn't cook fried rice bc i was scared😗😗 i think she almost disowned me that day😔😔 but i understand 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

damn why dont u believe me😭😭 am i that unbelievable 😔😔💔💔 maybe i was forced🤨🤨 who knows 🧐🧐 ikr😩😩 i hate the taste of throwing up🤧🤧 till this day i still remember what it taste like bc throwing up really traumatized me🤧🤧

nah bc why does those shoujo girls pull these fine men😭😭 and im like, suree??? please i dont plan to be those angel looking girls😭😭 bc i dont look like an angel, im more like a demon babes😭😭 maybe ill be just the iconic best friend or side character who pulls the finest man??😍😍 money would solve almost all of my problems tbh🙄⁉️

i am inlove with puppies 🤧🤧 i just really want to have one again but like mom wont allow since she had enough when my childhood dog died who i had since since i was maybe 3-4 years old😩😩 ive been with that dog for more than ten years so yeah😢😢 mom doesn't want to have a dog maybe bc she's scared that the dog will die soon👹👹 she got traumatized with my dog please 😭🙏

one of the reasons why i love thoma sm is bc he is close with pets which is a very very green flag to me. and he even knits them clothes?? thoma be real challenge go!🤧🤧