#if we can’t eat the same spice level

[highflyerwings]

Ha Jungwoo being a white wine drinker and not liking spicy foods makes me think we might be fundamentally incompatible with each other. And that breaks my heart.

[fluentmoviequoter]

Anything Can (And Will) Happen

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!Chen!reader (Lucy's sister)

Summary: When Lucy tells you about Tim's eventful Halloween a few years ago, you use it to tease him. When he gets annoyed, the truth comes out.

Warnings: spoilers for The Rookie 4x5 "ACH", fluff!!!

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

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You remember the day you met Tim Bradford perfectly. It was six months ago, and you haven’t been the same since then…

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6 Months Ago

The text you got from your sister Lucy this morning just said, “My place. 7 pm.”

You, of course, agree to visit her. It has been a long week, and you love spending time with her. When she adds that she found a new recipe she wants to try, your excitement level grows tenfold.

While you sit on her couch, listening to her talk about her day at work between prepping the recipe, it's easy to relax and smile. You hit the sister jackpot, you think. When Lucy falls silent, you glance over and ask what’s wrong.

“I forgot the spices,” she says with a pout. “The store at the corner should have them, I’ll be back in ten.”

“Luce, you don’t have to get the exact spices,” you point out.

“But then it won’t taste right! I’ll be right back, but can you let Tamara in if she forgot her key again?”

You promise to do just that, shaking your head as Lucy rushes out with another guarantee she’ll be quick. Five minutes later, someone knocks on the door, and you stretch as you stand.

“Tamara, I’m going to buy you a keychain for your birthday,” you call as you walk to the door.

As soon as you open it, you see it’s not Tamara.

“You’re not Lucy,” the handsome man standing before you says, leaning forward to glance over your shoulder.

“She just ran to the store; she’ll be right back. Come on in,” you invite.

“You’re letting strangers into an apartment that isn’t yours?” he asks as he closes the door.

You return to the couch and sigh. “You’re not a stranger; you’re Tim Bradford, right?”

He furrows his brows before nodding. Before he can ask how you know that, you answer, “Lucy talks about you a lot. Undersold your looks, though, so I’ll have to talk to her about that.”

“Wait- so, Lucy is…”

“My sister.”

“She never mentioned a sister.”

The door opens, and Lucy reenters with a bag in the crook of her elbow. “Tim? What are you doing here?”

“I, uh, Angela wanted me to ask if you’d be up to help with another UC op and I’m supposed to help you prepare. But, I see you are busy, so I’ll just go.”

“Officer Bradford?” you ask. When he turns to face you, you smile and say, “You should stay for dinner.”

“Oh, no, I can’t intrude on… this.”

Lucy looks at you, disappointed, as she shakes her head. You’re always willing to listen to stories about Tim, yet you ignored your chance to properly introduce yourself.

“Tim, this is my sister,” Lucy says, giving him your name.

Tim repeats your name under his breath, returning your smile as he agrees to stay for dinner.

“I’m going to regret this,” Lucy mumbles as she resumes cooking.

“I won’t.” You say it low enough that only Tim can hear, but his smile makes you think he wants to agree.

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Present Day - Halloween

“Good morning,” you call as you enter Lucy’s apartment. “And Happy Halloween.”

“Hey,” Lucy replies, hugging you as she asks Tamara to get the blueberries from the fridge.

“We don’t have any,” Tamara announces.

“Wha- I just went shopping. Hey, when you finish something, you need to put it on the shopping list.”

“I didn’t eat them,” Tamara argues. Lucy gives her a look she mastered for getting you to confess, and Tamara repeats, “I didn’t!”

 “Luce, I think you have a ghost,” you tease. “Am I still coming over tonight?”

“Don’t you have plans with Tim?” Tamara asks.

“He’s working,” you and Lucy answer together.

“Of course, you’re still coming over tonight,” Lucy tells you.

Someone knocks on the door, and when Lucy turns around, you steal a piece of fruit from the blender, winking at Tamara when she laughs.

“Hello,” Lucy greets.

“Hi. I’m Margaret from 604. You’re a cop, right?” the woman asks.

“Yeah. Uh, what’s going on?”

You follow Lucy, Tamara, and Margaret down the hall, surprised to see the argument unfolding as an older woman throws equipment out of her apartment.

“Whoa. Police,” Lucy calls. “What’s going on?”

“They robbed me!” the woman accuses.

“Okay, that is not at all true,” a man kneeling beside the equipment says.

“Mrs. Crouch hired us to rid her home of an aggressive spirit,” his partner adds.

“You mean a ghost? You guys are ghost hunters?” Tamara asks excitedly.

Lucy looks over at you, and you raise your hands in surrender. “I was completely kidding about the ghost thing.”

“Yeah, we are,” the man answers. “The spirit in Mrs. Crouch’s apartment is rather just stubborn, so we said that we would do a follow-up…”

“Hey,” you whisper to Tamara. “As entertaining as this is, I need to go to work, so, uh, keep me updated and tell Lucy I’ll see her later?”

Tamara nods distractedly, and you pat her shoulder before walking away.

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Lucy wants to call you. You’re the only other person in the world who understands the emotions she’s dealing with right now. But, since you’re at work, she decides to tell Nolan and ask his opinion instead.

“Your mother did what?” he exclaims.

“She pre-paid for me to have my eggs frozen at a fertility clinic,” she answers.

“I thought you and your mother weren’t talking.”

Lucy scoffs before replying, “She’s definitely talking now. Seriously, what makes her think she has the right?”

She and Nolan fall silent as Grey and Tim walk in, preparing for roll call.

“Alright. Nolan…” Wade begins, pulling a piece of candy from an orange bucket. “Can you tell me what today is and what ‘ACH’ stands for?”

“Today is Halloween, and I have no idea what ‘ACH’ stands for,” Nolan answers, prepared to catch the candy.

“No candy for partial answers. Harper?”

“Anything can happen,” Nyla answers, catching her candy as she finishes. “Basically a reminder to be extra careful ‘cause today is Halloween and Halloween is unpredictable.”

“Correct. And since Officer Thorsen has range qualifications today, you’re back to riding with Nolan.”

“Oh, just like old times.”

“Yeah, without the fear of the whole blue-page thing,” Nolan adds.

“Uh, what kind of unpredictable can we expect today?” Lucy asks.

“Good question Chen.”

Tim continues, “Lot of liquid courage. Lot of 211s. Teenagers snatching little kids’ candy. Masked people running into liquor stores. Do they have a gun or are they just late for a party? Muzzle discipline is crucial.”

“And?” Wade presses. “Can you remind us how you got your uniform torn three Halloweens ago?”

“Uh… if, you get dispatched to a loud party, make sure they know you’re not the stripper,” Tim answers slowly.

Lucy laughs as the other officers cheer. He looks over at her, and she presses her lips together, trying and failing to stop.

“We’ll try to get you home on time, but its Halloween, so…” Wade begins before everyone finishes, “Anything can happen.”

“I need to go call my sister,” Lucy whispers to Nolan.

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“Hello?” you ask, answering your phone.

“Hey, have you talked to Mom recently?” Lucy asks quickly.

“No. Why?”

“Because she paid to have my eggs frozen at a fertility clinic!”

“She did what?!”

“I know! I- why didn’t you get a call?”

“Because I have a boyfriend, so I’m the good daughter,” you tease. “But, Luce, that’s completely your choice. Think about it before you make a decision, okay?”

“I- I will, it’s just-“

“She shouldn’t have done it without asking, but she’s, well, she’s Mom and she’s borderline insane,” you finish.

“Yeah,” Lucy sighs. “Ooh, wait, I have something to tell you about Tim, too!”

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“I’m just saying, I am only 29,” Lucy continues. “My eggs are nowhere near their expiration date. But clearly, my mother thinks that I’m a pathetic loser who’s never gonna find a partner before her fertility clock ticks down.”

Tim looks to the ceiling, wondering why she is talking to him about this.

“Have you talked to your sister?” he asks.

“Yes. She thinks I should think about it before I decide what to do.”

“I agree. It sounds like your mom is just looking out for you, knowing how busy you are.”

“Wha- are you taking her side?”

“I’m not taking her side. It’s just—you know what, talk to your sister, I’m not doing this with you.”

“She didn’t make an appointment for my sister,” Lucy grumbles.

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When Tamara texts you that Lucy and Angela are working on the case, you decide not to hand out candy with them. You know Lucy, and she’ll get distracted and go on a legitimate ghost hunt, so you let yourself into Tim’s house when you get off work instead.

You’re not expecting him to get off early, so when he walks through the door just a few minutes after you sit down, you’re surprised. When you see he’s still wearing his uniform, you remember what Lucy told you about the stripper incident a few Halloweens ago and start laughing.

Your laughter shakes your entire body, and you lean against the arm of the couch for support. Tim watches you, confused and slightly concerned about what is causing you to laugh so hard. He moves to stand at the back of the couch, but when you catch sight of his uniform, your laughter starts anew. Pressing your hand to your chest as it gets tight, you force yourself to take a few deep breaths.

“What is so funny?” Tim asks when you begin to quiet.

“I- I didn’t call a stripper,” you blurt out before laughing again.

“I’m going to kill your sister,” he says under his breath.

Between laughs, you say, “Not if the ghost does first.”

“What are you talking about?”

As you look up, you notice he’s unbuttoned the top of his uniform, and tears begin leaking from your eyes as you hold your laughter inside.

“I thought you were working late,” you say, wiping the tears away.

“Got off early. I thought you were going to Lucy’s.”

“They’re hunting ghosts.”

Tim wants to ask more but knows better. He’s heard enough about Lucy and her day. When Tim left work, he considered the prospect of spending more time with you, but now he’s unsure if that’s a good idea.

“Did you bring your own music?” you ask, chuckling again with your teasing.

“Stop,” Tim answers roughly before walking toward his room to change.

You’re laying it on thick, but the story is too funny not to take advantage of it at least for a while. When he’s well and truly annoyed, you’ll have to spend a long time and a lot of attention apologizing, but for now, you think it’s worth it. He reappears from the hall, dressed in a Henley and sweatpants.

“Boo!” you call. “Finish the show? Please?” You bat your eyelashes as you ask but Tim ignores you. “Hey, Tim, for- for scientific reasons: where is the best place to rip the uniform? Like, straight down the middle, or…”

“Don’t start,” he warns.

“Too late.”

His jaw clenches, and the fact that he hasn’t kissed you yet makes you realize he got annoyed way faster than usual.

“Tim, I’m sorry,” you say quietly, looking over the back of the couch at him. “Lucy shouldn’t have told me, but I shouldn’t have been so… so teasing about it.”

“You’re right.”

“Was today okay? At work? I heard about the zombie drug but I know Halloween is a rough day for cops.”

“It was fine.”

His short answers and inability to look at you make you sigh. You stand, walking to his side and leaning against the counter.

“I really am sorry,” you whisper. “I won’t do it again.”

Tim looks at you from the corner of his eye, and you amend, “I won’t take it as far again.”

“Sure you won’t.”

“Tim, why does it bother you so much?”

“Because- look, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I want to be more than a Halloween cop horror story to you.”

Your eyes widen as he speaks, and when he finishes, you ask, “Kiss me?”

“What?”

“Tim,” you whine, grabbing his arm with both hands. “That was the sweetest thing you’ve ever said. Please kiss me?”

“Go find a stripper willing to kiss you,” he replies.

“Tim, please. If you break up with me my mom will freeze my eggs.”

Tim tips his head forward, sighing when it hits your shoulder. “There’s two of you.”

“Hey, you knew what you were getting into. Besides, aren’t I the ‘best thing that’s ever happened’ to you?”

Shaking his head, Tim stands to his full height, and when you open your mouth to say something else, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you. The teasing comment dies away as you kiss Tim.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, too,” you say against him.

“Maybe you should remember that the next time Lucy tells you about something I say at work.”

[fameandfiction]

IMAGINE PART I: “Grooming Session” — Reneé Rapp x Reader

— On Vacation Somewhere in Southeast Asia.

Tweet:

you use head & shoulders, I hire a monkey. we are not the same bro 🧠🐒🧼🛁

Attached: A grainy vertical video of you, on a rattan stool, laughing your lungs out while a monkey — a real, tiny, live monkey with wide eyes and grabby little fingers — is hunched over your scalp, dutifully picking at your dandruff like it’s a Michelin-starred meal. Behind the camera, someone is choking on laughter. That someone is Reneé Rapp. The caption on the video? “I HAVE NO WORDS.”

48 hours earlier...

Koh Samui. Lush greenery. Air so thick you could chew it. That warm, salty breeze off the coast that left your hair frizzy and your skin just dewy enough to feel cinematic. It had been three days since you and Reneé had arrived on what was supposed to be a romantic, restorative, and low-key vacation. Which, for the record, was exactly what Reneé had hoped for. Quiet mornings. Hand-holding through spice markets. Maybe a couples massage, if you behaved.

But from the minute you touched down, it became increasingly clear: you were feral. You were unhinged. You were, in her words, "somewhere between a toddler on sugar and an anthropology dropout with a God complex."

And she was still stupidly in love with you.

The Monkey Spa.

It started as a joke. You’d read a cracked-out Reddit post on “Monkey Grooming Therapy” in a dodgy travel thread back in California. “They eat your dandruff and bond with you,” you’d said, flashing your phone screen in Reneé’s face while she was trying to take an aesthetically moody picture of her coconut water.

“You want a primate… on your head?” she asked flatly.

“Think of it as eco-friendly exfoliation.”

She blinked at you. “No. Absolutely not. This is why I can’t leave you unsupervised.”

Cut to this morning: a tiny, sun-flooded hut tucked behind a fruit vendor’s stall. Bamboo wind chimes. A vaguely spiritual pan flute playing in the background. And you — sitting in your denim shorts and ‘I LOVE HOT MOMS’ tank — getting your scalp eaten by a monkey named Bobo.

You were grinning so hard your face hurt.

“This is peak,” you said, filming a selfie video. “Western hygiene could never.”

Bobo plucked a flake from your hairline, inspected it like a jeweler appraising a diamond, and popped it into his mouth with alarming precision.

You turned to Reneé, who was sitting cross-legged across from you, wearing her sunglasses on top of her head and her patience around her neck like a crucifix.

“I should marry him,” you whispered.

“You will not,” Reneé deadpanned.

“But he understands me.”

“He’s EATING YOUR DEAD SKIN.”

“He’s devoted.” You reached out toward Bobo with mock reverence. “He sees beauty in decay.”

Reneé collapsed into laughter, head tilted back, nearly falling off the bamboo bench.

Back at the resort.

Later that evening, the tweet had gone viral. Naturally. Your comment section was a jungle of memes, reaction images, and tweets like “I aspire to this level of idiocy and luxury simultaneously” and “why is this so lesbian-coded.”

Reneé scrolled through it with one eyebrow arched and the other trying not to join it. You were still wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the jungle-themed resort shower, hair slightly puffed up but suspiciously flake-free.

She tilted the phone toward you. “You’re aware you just made an international spectacle of yourself.”

You smirked, flopping dramatically onto the bed beside her. “Babe, I am the spectacle.”

“You’re a menace,” she said, trying — and failing — to keep her voice stern.

“I’m a pioneer.”

“You’re on a list now.”

“Good. Maybe they’ll let Bobo visit me in prison.”

She groaned, tossing the phone onto the bed and climbing over you, pinning you with her knees on either side of your waist.

“And to think,” she muttered, lips ghosting against yours, “this is who I fell in love with.”

You batted your lashes. “Me? A scalp-snacked buffoon?”

She kissed your forehead. “A supreme idiot.”

Later that night.

The two of you lay tangled on the outdoor daybed of your suite, the ocean breeze soft against your sun-kissed skin. The stars were clear above, unbothered by your antics. Reneé had her head on your chest, fingers tracing lazy shapes against your ribs.

“Do you ever get scared?” she asked suddenly.

You blinked. “Of monkeys?”

She swatted your stomach lightly. “No. Of being… like, seen. Like, really seen. By someone who doesn’t know when to stop laughing at you. Or tweeting about you. Or watching you like they can’t believe you’re real.”

Your heart thudded against your ribs. “You mean… you? Watching me?”

She nodded slightly, not lifting her head.

“I get scared all the time,” you admitted. “But not of you. Of messing up something good. Of making you regret falling for someone who thinks monkey spas are love language.”

She looked up at you then, eyes soft but sharp as always. “You made me laugh. You made me feel safe. Even while Bobo was performing brain surgery on you. And you loved me before I was easy to love.”

Your fingers grazed her cheekbone. “You’re still not easy.”

She laughed. “And you’re disgusting.”

You kissed her — slow, grateful, breathless.

Bonus Tweets Later That Week:

🧠 Reneé Rapp Updates Reneé has officially lost control of her girlfriend. Sources say she now responds to “Monkey Whisperer.”

🐒 @/you bobo if you’re reading this… she didn’t mean it

📸 @/reneerapp [photo of you sleeping on the plane ride home, wearing an eye mask and leaning on her shoulder] caption: can’t believe I’m in love with this supreme idiot.

[spilledinkandtearstainedpages]

Vent/Rant

I love my dad, but at the same time I fucking hate him. I told him how to cook the ramen we got specifically per my instructions (I have a thing where I have to cook the thing to package instructions the first time before branching out to gage everything so I can adjust to spice levels and taste) and what did he do? He made a goddamn stir fry (from what I know, it’s not really supposed to be a stir fry) and also messed up the soup ratio and I tried to politely tell him he was fucking things up because I was the one who has done the research so I knew what to do but he wouldn’t listen and I just got overwhelmed and I couldn’t even eat it because he fucked it all up and I’m overwhelmed and my food sensory issues and spice level are kicking in and I start crying and I leave the dinner table and I feel like the asshole now. I just wanna kill my self right now because I can’t handle this right now. If Juneteenth going off of my instructions fucks me up this badly then maybe I don’t deserve to live. He would be better off without me anyways. After all, I’m with a weak pathetic useless thing that was no worth and shouldn’t be alive anymore. I wanna die so badly. Am I really just a fuck up. And worst thing of all, I wanna slap someone because he’s stupid and useless and can’t do anything right and I have to be the one who has to force him to do everything because he’s just a DST obsessed whore that should get a rake shoved up his urethra. I don’t deserve to live. I’m just overreacting. I shouldn’t be venting about such a stupid problem. I shouldn’t have food sensory issues. I’m such a let down to the family with my spice tolerance. I wanna scratch and bite and claw until I break skin and I bleed out. Am I worthless. I am. I’m so worthless. I deserve to die. FUCK YOU DAD YOU’RE A PIECE OF SHIT AND NEXT TIME I FUCKING SAY WHAT TO FUCKIG DO YOU LISTEN YOU STUPID BITCH. IM TRYING SO HARD TO NOT KILL MYSELF AND YOU ONLY IGNORING WHAT I SAY MAKES ME EVEN MORE STRESSED.

[changingplumbob]

Woods Household: Chapter 2, Part 5

Reece and Samir have a serious talk about their future.

CW: Low level sim spice. Content Warning Guide

Samir and Reece are curled up in bed while the snow falls heavily outside.

Samir: *whispering* Time to get up

Reece: No *yawns* You’re warm and cozy

Samir: You were keen to wake-

Reece: I like the way you smell

Samir: *chuckles* Come on, you’ve got coursework and it’s Snow Day

Reece: *slurred* Slow day

Samir: Let’s go gorgeous. If you get all your uni work done early we’ll make a snowpal, huh?

Samir gets up and Reece reluctantly follows. The thermostat was installed so he’s able to stay warm inside even if it’s not in Samir’s arms.

Reece eats his breakfast as Samir marks his territory and he’s busy with his coursework when Samir comes to eat some meat.

Samir: What’s this one called

Reece: Building with cells, I can kind of understand it

Samir: By the time you’re done with it, you’ll understand it all

Reece: Thanks. What will you be doing while I’m slaving here

Samir: Just see if I can find anything around the place, and go for a jog. If you get cold, please put a shirt on

Reece: I’ll have a hot shower just as soon as I finish this…

In the garden, despite the cold, the chrysanthemums and roses are growing side by side. Samir smiles at them as he heads out. He still can’t help thinking of them as symbolism for him and Reece. One bright sunny and uplifting. One deep, passionate and thorny. After a shower Reece heads to tend the garden and picks the flowers happily. He still wants to graft them together, but he has to get a bit more knowledgeable about gardening first.

Samir gets back and picks one of the books of the shelf to try reading while Reece does more coursework. They’re supposed to be focusing. But, as often happens, their thoughts end up being about each other.

Reece: When can we get married

Samir: We’ve talked about this

Reece: Yes but snatches of conversation after woohoo are not the same as an actual sit down conversation

Samir: *sighs* We should be focusing

Reece: *pouts*

Samir: Blondie... It's like I've said. I’m not proposing until you’ve got your degree

Reece: What if I proposed

Samir: *scratches* I wouldn’t accept. I’ve told you, when I think the time is right, I’ll ask

Reece: Do you need to know who killed your parents first

Samir: No. They’re separate to us

Reece: I just… I want the world to know you've picked me

Samir: Is the hickey you’re always getting me to make on your neck not enough

Reece: I love it, and I love you but…

Reece looks sadly at his coursework and Samir feels bad. He doesn’t want Reece upset but he knows once they get married Reece will be obsessed with the idea of kids. He loves Reece being a genius and knows that long term Reece will be happiest having at least a part time job where he can use his brain. He needs to finish his degree before they "settle down". Then he's happy for him to have as many kids as will keep him smiling.

Samir: How about a compromise

Reece: Like a woohoo compromise

Samir: No. Like a… be my partner compromise

Reece: Huh?

Samir reaches over and grabs Reece's hand. He's thought of him as his partner since they moved in but they've only ever referred to each other as boyfriends. Maybe an upgrade will help Reece see he's invested in him.

Samir: A step up from boyfriend but still no ring. That’s what I can propose for now. Think about it while I shower okay?

As Samir showers his mind drifts back to what Kristopher mentioned about mates… Reece would probably have some idea since he was reading all of Wolfgangs books but how could he ask without relaying the conversation? He didn’t want Reece to feel like he had to be with him. Selfishly he wanted Reece to choose to be with him. Shaking off excess water he gets dressed and heads back to the table.

Samir: Do we have a verdict

Reece: *smiling* You bet partner. Do you wanna build a snowman?

Samir: *chuckles* Snowpal. You finished the work then?

Reece: Yes

Samir: Good boy. Let’s go

They head outside where the sky has started to darken, in winter the sun sets early.

Samir: Have you read any more of Wolfgang’s books?

Reece: Bits. You know I like my werewolf romance

Samir: I do know that very well. Is it weird reading the steamy bits now you know he wrote them

Reece: No. I mean he’s not the characters he writes about. Like I’m not reading a scene where I picture that he’s woohooing himself. Plus I already substitute the characters for us in the love scenes anyway

Samir: *chuckles* Of course you do

Reece: Thanks for earlier. It means a lot. I know you just want what's best for me I'm just... not good at being patient

Samir: Hey, it means the world to me you want to get married. You know that right?

Reece nods and Samir pulls him in for a serious of gentle kisses that leave the blonde boy giggling.

Samir: Trust me, my proposal will be worth waiting for. Now, what shall we name this monstrosity?

Reece: Monstrosity? Lover that’s our child! I even gave them a headscarf to keep warm, see

Samir: How about… Scarf-face?

Reece: *sighs* You better upskill your imagination before we have our kids, that’s all I’m saying to that

While it was a bit late for a dinner date Samir invited Reece to come with him to the onsen to rest. He knows that when Reece does a lot of writing he tends to get cramps in his muscles and he hasn’t had time for yoga with the coursework. Soaking in the onsen is something they can do together. The warm water does Reece good as he’s soon flirting up a storm.

Samir: Can I interest my partner in a massage

Reece: *chuckles* Anytime you want to put your hands on me just do it

Samir: Your shoulders are tight. Did you take a break between sections of writing?

Reece: I… wanted to get it done so we could build a snowpal

Samir: Blondie you’ve got to take better care of yourself

Reece: I’d rather have you take care of me. Shall we go home?

Samir: Soon. I just want to be gentle with you a bit more first

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[cityandking]

HULLO 👎🥪🥞🤝 for nellie, narayani and dai!

thank youuuu // yet another oc ask game

👎 Is there someone your OC can’t stand, despite them being on the same side or sharing basic values?

NELLIE — this is fun because they're in-laws but there's a small quiet of her that genuinely hates telessia for getting essentially everything nellie and teleus worked so hard for and then didn't even get to enjoy, and nellie just watches her go around and like. throw that away? fake it? (also endymia made a really bad first impression at the bar and nellie was Not impressed rip)

NARAYANI — morrigan. I have a big ol' text post in my drafts that's just a list of how rani's feelings about the inner circle shift over the course of the game and morrigan slides from "we could be friends" to "I can't stand you." nothing like being lectured on your own people by some strange human mage to really sour a budding partnership. they argue a lot

DAI — dai often operates at a low level of annoyance directed at the people around him, but the number of people he actually genuinely can't stand is remarkably short. lazlo, obviously. asdor!ozy (he got better) (mostly). I feel like I should say grandmama but if there's anything we know about daichi it's that he secretly (or not so secretly) relishes the opportunity to be a cunt politely and she really brings that out in him (nice to know he gets it from both sides of the family)

🥪 On a scale from ‘burns water’ to ‘5 course menu’ how well can your OC cook?

NELLIE — she could do like, a boxed meal. a one-pan oven recipe. she's better with fixed cooking times and no in-between steps, or someone to give directions. she's just... kind of too busy to learn how to cook well. I give her a 2/5

NARAYANI — decently. knows a few staple meals and can follow a recipe; is aware of spices and likes to use them. could feed herself regularly and/or make a small group meal. unfortunately she can never quite get her own attempts to match the recipes the clan made. 3.5/5

DAI — he's quite adept. he started cooking for himself and his dad when he was pretty young and he enjoys it. he could innovate with a set of ingredients or tweak a recipe on the fly; he knows how flavors and textures and fat and acid work together. 4/5

🥞 Does your OC take proper care of themselves, like getting enough sleep and eating properly?

NELLIE — she's a trained medic and is aware of the health defects of lack of sleep and nourishment, and she knows she can't afford to be openly struggling with basic care, so she tries. on the other hand, she's grieving her husband and her life and her future and incredibly stressed out all the time so. she doesn't do a great job.

NARAYANI — yeah, generally speaking. sometimes the job gets in the way, but she knows how to take care of herself and does what she can to make sure her needs are being met. she's really not about needless self-sacrifice

DAI — he tries. he really does try. he's good about eating and exercise; he has some trouble with socializing and sleep. and sometimes post-ascension he just kind of goes away for a little bit and forgets about the meat and the material of everything. but he tries.

🤝 Does your OC have someone they want at their side when they are scared? Who?

NELLIE — teleus :( she's feeling very alone right now. hopefully reaching out to hero will help

NARAYANI — cassandra, which is sort of a surprise for both of them given the fact that they aren't actually that close. but cass has an inner strength and a nobility that rani acknowledges and even admires, and if she were in a situation where she were genuinely scared, cassandra's shield arm would be a great comfort. (also solas but that's, y'know. complicated.)

DAI — zaref. and the party, but first zaref.

[interlink-au]

New Interlink AU Story Update!

Hero Titles

Read on Ao3

Summary:

Link scanned the block of text shown on the screen. ‘This item is said to contain the spirit of a hero who once saved Hyrule. That hero’s aura will envelope the wearer.’ “What does that mean?” Link asked, completely stumped by the abstruse wording.

A.K.A. Wild comes clean about some clothes he has. We get some more nicknames for the Links.

Interlink is a Links Meet AU. If you're new, start ✨here.✨

1st of 2 chapters. Characters featured in this chapter: Aspect (the Ancient Hero from 10,000 years ago), Wild (TOTK), and Mask (MM).

Beginning excerpt:

Aspect POV

“Hey, Aspect-guy!” 

Link didn’t realize he was being spoken to until his sign language student nudged him and pointed at Wild. 

Aspect? Where did that come from? Was there an innuendo in there? Was he being made fun of somehow? 

An “aspect” is a specific quality or feature of something. For some reason, it always made Link think of the facets on a cut diamond. Could it be a really weird complimentary nickname? 

He honestly couldn’t tell, and it perturbed him. But he was being called, so he headed over to where the cook was bent over a large pot and looking through his Seeker Stone—no, it was called a Purah Pad—for ingredients.

“What kinds of foods do you like to eat? Is there anything you can’t eat?” Wild asked Link without looking up from his device.

That was a simple enough question.

“So far, the only times food made me sick was when it wasn’t properly prepared. Or was a known toxic ingredient. I’m hoping you know your mushrooms?” he said while signing.

“I know that all of the mushrooms I brought with me are safe. Hopefully, they have the same ones here. If not, I’ll experiment with it on my own first,” Wild replied.

Link’s sign name for him proved to be more accurate with every interaction he’d had with this man.

“What kinds of foods do you like the most?” Wild asked him.

“I’m used to having a lot of spicy food, but a lot of people I’ve met while traveling don’t do well with the level of spice I’m accustomed to. I can make do.” He thought for a moment. “I also eat a lot of meat. You don’t have to worry about running out. I’m a good hunter.”

“That makes two of us. I’ll see what I can do about the spicy food. Maybe I can make a separate sauce that people can add if they want a kick.”

“You don’t have to go that far for me.”

Wild shook his head. “Everyone deserves to have comfort food every once in a while. I’ve seen what a good meal can do for someone’s spirit.” His focus on the Pad grew distant for a moment. “Plus, I enjoy cooking and trying out new recipes. I hope I can pick up a lot more of them from you guys.”

Link’s heart warmed at his words. It would be nice to have a taste of home despite traveling with such a large and diverse group of people. But as kind as the sentiment was, it didn’t change the overall issue. Wild had barely glanced at him throughout the whole conversation. Link didn’t think he did that with anyone else in the group.

“Is there anything else?” Wild asked.

Link mustered up his courage.

“…Why did you call me ‘Aspect?’”

Wild’s head whipped up. “I did?”

Link nodded. He tried to maintain a bold expression, but he was sure his tail was flicking nervously behind him.

Wild diverted his eyes. When he didn’t say anything for some time, seemingly searching for an excuse, Link spoke again.

Read the rest here.

[tucanbakery]

Mexican Pizza Puerto Banus Craves Is at Tucan Bakery

If you haven’t tasted the most unforgettable Mexican pizza in Puerto Banus, you haven’t truly experienced Marbella’s boldest culinary secret. Welcome to Tucan Bakery, where tradition meets wild creativity—and where pizza takes on a whole new, flavor-packed identity.

This isn’t your average slice. This is next-level fusion, handcrafted to blow minds, wake up your taste buds, and spark cravings that only Tucan can satisfy.

Brace yourself—Puerto Banus has never tasted anything like this.

Not Just Pizza. A Flavor Revolution.

At Tucan Bakery, we’ve never believed in playing it safe. Known for pushing the boundaries of traditional baking, we’ve taken everything people love about pizza—crispy crusts, melty cheese, rich sauces—and given it an electrifying Mexican twist.

We’re talking roasted jalapeños, chipotle-infused tomato bases, spiced chorizo, carnitas, caramelized onion, fresh cilantro, and even dollops of lime crema. Every bite is a fiesta. Every slice tells a story.

This is Mexican pizza Puerto Banus didn’t know it needed—but now absolutely can’t live without.

Why Tucan Bakery Is the Epicenter of Puerto Banus Pizza Culture

1. Artisanal Quality. Street Food Soul. Every dough ball is handcrafted and slow-fermented. Every topping is prepared fresh, using locally sourced ingredients and authentic Mexican flavors. Our chefs don’t cut corners—they cut jalapeños, avocados, and sizzling hot ideas.

2. A Hidden Gem with a Wild Following We may be known as a bakery, but Tucan has become an underground legend for Mexican pizza in Puerto Banus. Word is spreading fast, and lines are growing longer. But insiders know: come early, and you’ll get the freshest slice of your life.

3. Perfect for Every Occasion Looking for something wildly different for your beach day, yacht party, or late-night food fix? Our Mexican pizzas are perfect for sharing—or hoarding. We don’t judge.

The Signature Pizzas That Make Puerto Banus Obsessed

At Tucan Bakery, every pizza tells a different story—but they all end the same way: pure satisfaction. Here are a few of the fan favorites that are putting Mexican pizza Puerto Banus on the culinary map:

El Fuego: Spicy chorizo, roasted poblanos, and a fire-roasted chipotle sauce. A crowd favorite that brings the heat without overwhelming the flavor.

Tijuana Tinga: Shredded chicken tinga, cotija cheese, sweet corn, and cilantro crema. Smoky, sweet, and impossibly good.

Verde Veggie Viva: Grilled zucchini, charred corn, avocado slices, queso fresco, and a drizzle of tangy tomatillo salsa. A vegetarian dream.

Carne Supreme Baja: Pulled beef barbacoa, jalapeños, pickled red onions, and Oaxaca cheese on a thick golden crust. This is serious comfort food with an attitude.

You won’t find these in any chain pizzeria or tourist trap. These are authentic flavors fused with passion, made fresh in the heart of Puerto Banus, only at Tucan Bakery.

Feel the Urgency—This Is Pizza With a Cult Following

Once you taste it, you'll understand the hype. But here’s the catch: we sell out fast. Our ovens run hot, but demand runs hotter. Locals know to come early or order ahead. Weekend evenings? Forget it unless you’re fast.

So if you’re even thinking about trying the best Mexican pizza Puerto Banus has to offer, don’t wait.

Because once it’s gone for the day, it’s gone.

More Than a Bakery. A Creative Kitchen.

Sure, we started as a humble bakery—but Tucan Bakery has evolved into a destination for people who crave food with edge, energy, and authenticity. Our team of chefs, bakers, and culinary artists come from diverse backgrounds—but they share one mission: redefine flavor.

From Mexican pizzas and artisan pastries to next-gen empanadas and dulce de leche-laced desserts, every item we serve is designed to leave a lasting impression.

Tucan is where the adventurous eat. Are you one of them?

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We’re located just steps from the harbor, with a cozy interior and fast-moving takeaway counter. Whether you’re a Marbella local or just passing through Puerto Banus, make Tucan Bakery your next stop.

If your taste buds are tired of the ordinary, it's time to shake things up with the most exciting Mexican pizza Puerto Banus has ever seen.

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[sugandhafood]

Vezlay Veg Chicken Veg or Non-Veg

Vezlay Veg Chicken is best for its quality and quantity this is pure and fully prepared with soy and wheat flour which makes you perfect with your body and with your health. It is high in protein and low in fat, high in repairing your tissue and low in caloustrol, etc.

Best Ingredients in Vezlay Veg Chicken

Vegetable Protein (Soy), Wheat Protein, Refined Flour, Rice, Starch, Salt, Gram Flour, Mustard Oil, Ginger, Garlic, Onion, Spices & Condiments.

How Vezlay Veg Chicken prepared

These include water, wheat flour, garlic powder, onion powder, salt, and other spices. The main difference is that plant-based chicken is usually made from soy protein and wheat gluten instead of animal flesh.

Mushroom: If you are craving for that meaty taste and umami, mushrooms — especially shiitake mushrooms — will be the right choice for you. …

Tofu: Tofu is the perfect substitute for chicken and can be cooked in several ways. …

Jackfruit: This is also called vegetarian meat this is almost like non-veg and same taste and texture

Brinjal: It has a rich in non-veg taste and it’s very versatile

Lentils: This is best for those who want to become veg.

Cauliflower: It also has the same taste as non-veg and best option for vegetarians.

Seitan: It tastes exactly like beef and pork.

Soya chunks: Eat a next-level taste and add some soy chunks to make it different.

These are the most important things that we add or some more while making Vezlay Veg Chicken and making it a unique tasty and yummy look.

Replacement of non-veg

Real Chicken replacements that are whole foods based tend to showcase ingredients like tofu, mushrooms, chickpeas, cauliflower, tempeh or home-made seitan (a mildly flavored, high protein meat alternative made of gluten, the protein strand from wheat flour).

This is all mixed in Vezlay Veg Chicken food eat healthy, be healthy.

Health Benefits for the consumer who eats Vezlay Veg Chicken

Free Cholesterol: Vezlay veg Chicken is Cholesterol-free food. This product is fully healthy heart heart-friendly food.

Rich in protein: Vezlay veg chicken is the best source of protein which is good for health and helps you to build your muscles and repair.

Low in Fat: Real chicken is high in fat but Vezlay veg Chicken is low in fat. Making it a healthier option for those who looking a low-fat tasty food products.

Vitamins and minerals: Vezlay veg Chicken is rich in vitamins and minerals and packed with iron, calcium, vitamin B12, etc.

Different ways to use this Vezlay veg Chicken:

Use this in a healthy salad: To boost your protein add it to your favorite salad with chop it in small size of bites.

Fast food: Use Vezlay Veg Chicken in homemade fast food like sandwiches, pizza, burgers, fingers, etc.

Stir fry: This makes an easy and quick meal.

Health benefits:

High In protein: Vezlay veg Chicken is healthy and high in protein source which is best in mussel growth.

Calories: Vezlay Veg Chicken is free from calories and made from plant-based ingredients, making your heart healthy.

Vezlay Veg chicken is the way which make you best way to overcome from non-veg to vegan food verities there are so many varieties of non-veg food taste in veg for those also who want non-veg taste but can’t want to eat non-veg so they can enjoy it without any hesitation.

Nutrition Facts of Vezlay Veg Chicken

Recipes

*You can Buy or order it from the market or online store.

*Use a nonstick pan, and add Vezlay veg chicken along with lemon grass palm sugar basil leaves, and pepper.

* You just cook it for some minutes.

* Serve it and enjoy this hot and healthy food.

Best Thing of this food

This may help In front of your guest who is suddenly coming and you don’t want to make anything or another way you don’t have any idea what serve in front of guest so you can serve it in some minutes this take less time and make a high impression they appreciate you for this.

[itostea]

the strongest (gojo x wife! reader)

gojo can't help but feel annoyed that he feels concern for the wife he swears he doesn't care for.

warnings: arranged marriage au, gojo refers to you as his wife, enemies to lovers (?), gojo tells you to lift up your top, slight angst, he's really bad at feelings okay, image from loving yamada-kun at lv999 (part of gojo’s wife series)

The lines of intrigue and fear are often blurred. It explains why we admire fire from afar, careful not to get too close in hopes of not getting burned. It explains why we find peace in parts of the ocean and tense up in deeper parts. It also explains why Gojo Satoru seeks your presence yet pushes you away the moment he finds himself feeling something other than indifference or vexation–it’s never hatred though. The strongest can’t envision himself ever hating his wife and it scares him. 

He’s not sure that can be said about you. Gojo wouldn’t be surprised if you grew to hate him after the treatment you put up with. 

Your marriage is what you call a “marriage of convenience” and Gojo made sure you remembered that. He wasn’t always so distant with you. Back then, you might’ve considered him a friend but time did its bidding and you two drifted apart, your time together merely a memory. Now fast forward a few years and you were wedded to him, taking up his surname and sleeping in the same house as him–in separate rooms of course. 

Your steps on the wooden floors were silent as you intended not to make a single noise at such a late hour. You sighed, feeling the weight of your heavy shoulders drag you down. 

Gojo might be considered cruel to you but the elders were on a different level. They knew this mission would be too much for you yet they sent you on it as punishment for speaking your mind the last time everyone gathered. 

At that time, your husband had an unfamiliar gleam in your eyes as you voiced your thoughts on the matter of Itadori. He’s a nice kid, you thought when you first saw the pink-haired boy. 

Taking away his youth wouldn’t be fair. After all, he didn’t choose to have the Ryomen Sukuna use him as a vessel. Yet, sentiment doesn’t do well with the higher ups and they made sure you knew your place with the mission they sent you on. 

You inhaled sharply, wincing as you felt the bruise on your rib with your palm. There was blood soaking your tights, little cuts littering your legs. You’re so tired you can’t find it in yourself to even eat. Then again, you needed to be in your best condition tomorrow since another mission was sent out of you and specifically you. Those in power always make sure it’s clear that they are in power. Your voice of opinion meant nothing to their beliefs in tradition or what you liked to call, “backward thinking.” That’s one thing you and your husband could agree on. 

“Ow,” you wince for the nth time as you open the fridge, scanning the items. Mochi. Ice-cream. Leftover cake. Perhaps it would’ve been wiser to go grocery shopping a day prior so you could have a proper meal. This was the kind of stuff Gojo could live on but you couldn’t. Closing the fridge, you opt for instant ramen instead. Not the best choice in regards to healthiness but cracking an egg in there meant more protein and it also minimized the spice levels. 

You’re halfway in between preparing the noodles when you feel a presence right beside you and soft breathing besides your ears. “You’re home,” your ‘husband’ mumbles, his eyes half-lidded from just having woken up. 

“God! Satoru!” You gasp, flinching away from and only realizing how close he was. For someone who claimed he wasn’t interested in you, he didn’t know what personal space was. “How did you know I was home?”

“Your cursed energy leaked in,” he shrugs his shoulders, peering down at you without the constraints of his blindfold or shades. You gulp as his eyes flit up and down your appearance, causing your insides to tense up in a sudden wave of self-consciousness. Being scrutinized by the six-eyes himself wasn’t much fun and you’re suddenly aware of the fact that your hair is disheveled and your face is sweaty from just having come home from a grueling mission. 

You don’t even notice the glint of rage that crosses his hues before he masks it. “Who did this to you?”

“Huh?” You blink, coming to your senses that your body was bloodied up and battered from having fought a curse. “Oh it was just a mission. It’s normal to be hurt on missions.” 

Gojo’s been living with you for nearly half a year now and he knows you’re more than competent when it comes to shaman duties (not that he’d ever tell you). He knows you return home by 7 p.m.., and never at hours well past midnight. He knows that you usually only get injuries on your back because you get careless at times. But now, he sees cuts everywhere and he’s not sure if you’re running on adrenaline or if you’re too tired to notice. 

His eyes glance at the way you press a palm on your rib, subconsciously squeezing the area as if hiding it from him. “Let me see.”

Your surprise is immediate and he would’ve felt a strange fluttering in his stomach if not for this concern he was experiencing for you. You smile. “See what?”

“Your injury. Let me see it,” he says again, pressing on the hand you hold close to your ribs, narrowing his eyes as you hiss in pain. “Don’t be stubborn (Name).” 

His voice is different from the cheery one he often uses and you’re left leaning further into the kitchen counter, acutely aware of the fact that his taller frame wasn’t allowing you to escape. His eyes widen the slightest once he gets a glimpse of your flustered expression as you peer up at him and he only realizes what he was asking from you. Part of him tells him to ignore this and pretend his concern for you was brief. Yet, part of him screams at him that he was your husband, so he should feel the right to be worried–even if he was months late. 

He sighs, tilting his head. “I’m just going to look. I promise I won’t do anything else,” his voice is oddly tender as he speaks to you, a contrast to the usual nonchalance you’re used to. 

You gulp and let out a shaky sigh, giving in when your fingers reach to pull your top up for him to see the bare skin that you can’t even say is spotless or void of marks. Multiple wounds litter your skin–some faded, some new. You’re scared his gaze would show some signs of judgment or disgust but you’re left bemused when you see how his eyebrows furrow and his lips purse. For a second, you allow yourself to be deluded by the fact that he might be worried but you quickly abandon that thought, averting your eyes from him.

You can see how he pieces everything together. From the way you rebelled against the elders and how they saw it as a means to punish you. He does it so quickly that you can only blink when his blank expression morphs into something different. You almost feel relieved from the fact that his expression of pure anger wasn’t directed at you and rather those who sent you on the mission.

It’s almost natural how he slides the top further up, mapping the extent of the bruise with his eyes. His hands are warm and calloused. They’re also gentle, tracing the bruise carefully to not hurt you. “I’ll kill those old bastards,” he chuckles with a sneer. “They have some nerve letting my wife take this mission without me.”

You frown as you see his anger first-hand. “Satoru–”

“Why didn’t you go to Shoko?” He interrupts, gently holding on your waist to prop you on the counter while he stands in between your legs. He watches you intently, in search of answers.

You feel somewhat embarrassed as his hand still lifts your top up to see the bare skin but don’t comment on it. “I didn’t want to bother her so late at night…”

For the first time since today, you see him flash a genuine smile, as if exasperated by your reasoning. “But you’re fine with bothering me?” 

“That’s different!” You say, a pout slowly forming on your lips and he can’t help but feel drawn to you even if he doesn’t want to. 

He laughs as you pull your top down with a huff, finding it cute that you were so bashful. “Because I’m your husband?” 

You go silent and for a second, Gojo thinks he’s messed up for mentioning that. Despite being your husband, he’s not the greatest at doing his job. He’s not callous or spiteful towards you, instead taking on more of a cold and aloof attitude towards you. Even so, he thinks that hurts just as much as a few insults. 

He’s about to pull back but your voice draws him back to you. “Yeah. It’s because you’re my husband.”

Gojo can’t stop himself from glancing at your lips at that single statement. He was today years old when he realized he was a man of simple tastes. All you had to do was tell him that he was your husband and he’d want to kiss you until your lips turned red. He considers himself lucky that you didn’t see that slip-up of his–though he wouldn’t have minded if you did.

He breathes out a sigh, propping his chin atop your head while his fingers draw circles around your hips. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

It’s a vow he swears to keep. 

“I know,” you whisper quietly enough for him to hear. “You’re the strongest after all.”

He thinks it’s funny that even as the strongest, he feels weak when he feels your fingers play with his sleeves. No words are said after that and a comfortable silence drifts between you two. It’s like the barrier between the two of you is cracking once you feel his lips press gently against your forehead and you think it's his way of sealing the promise. 

Gojo Satoru thinks–or rather he knows that he wouldn’t mind living the rest of his life with you. And he knows that he should fix his behavior around you and stop running away. That way, instead of a kiss to the forehead, he can finally give you one on your lips. 

[onmyyan]

I’m sick so let’s do some sweet HC’s about who I’d love to take care of me😫🤚🏼❤️

So Dick immediately freaks out, but that panic is quickly followed by the thought of “omg I can take care of her?!?” And his babying mode is activated

He’s torn between laying beside you, holding a cold rag to your head and face, cooing over how small you look like this, how good you’re being for him, or briefly leaving you to sprint to the nearest pharmacy, buying everything he can get his grubby paws on. (Thanks for that platinum card Bruce)

Ultimately his need to be near you wins over his protective urge to make sure you have every possible medication, so he orders the stuff online, gives the poor delivery boy the meanest glare if he’s even a minute late, and is soon glued to your side once more.

He hand feeds you the soup Alfred brought over, blowing over each spoonful with a comical amount of care, he has that saccharine smile on his face the whole time, of course he’s not happy your sick!! He’s just thrilled to be able to care for you, to show you exactly why he took you home in the first place! He can’t even think about the possibility of you not having him here- so he doesn’t.

Instead he hushes your pained whines, brushes the hair from your face and continues to nurse his baby back to health.

In a rare coherent moment you jokingly call him your little nurse, the next morning he’s in full costume, cute little hat and all.

Pro!Bakugou has definitely calmed down in his aging, he’s still the same quick mouthed shithead we know and love but he isn’t so reactive anymore, he thinks everything through until the best solution is available.

That is of course except when it comes to you, yeah all rational thoughts go poof.

You’ve come a long way in your relationship, he felt secure enough in it that he’d started taking longer shifts, bigger missions, something he’d forgone for the “Adjustment period” you’d went through, he knew you needed to get that oh so important bonding time in before he’d feel comfortable leaving you unsupervised.

So naturally that’s when shit hits the fan

The cameras he’d installed throughout the home you two shared have never been so useful, something had told him to check on you and when he did he stopped dead in his tracks, you were sprawled out on the kitchen floor, a broken glass of water had pooled around your form a few inches away.

He took to the sky instantly, leaving behind two confused sidekicks. His brain was running a mile a minute as he speed through the sky, he’d never moved so fast in his life.

You were in the process of getting some water when your fever got the best of ya, you were prone to feinting when you were sick so this wasn’t too alarming, what was alarming however, was your 6’3 husband bursting in the door so hard the little glass panels on it shattered.

He looked wild, his hands were still smoking by the time he swooped you in his arms, the hot huff’s he’d been breathing into your neck were the only sounds for a few seconds.

“What the shit happened huh? You okay baby? You can’t scare me like that- fucking hell.” He was nervously rambling, not giving you a chance to answer as his hands inspected every inch of you.

Being a hero was his dream, but you came before everyone and everything. Queue him spending a week off making absolutely sure you were okay, makes the best food to help you get better, being that you can’t taste shit this is the only time you’d eat his food at his spice level, something he’d enjoy if he wasn’t so busy worrying about you.

You’d spend your days in bed, being absolutely pampered, he’d only ever leave your side to cook and even then the clingy bear of a man would have you on the phone, even if you weren’t talking he needed to hear you breathing. <3

Jason (Friday the 13th) is my BABY- anyway he is the sweetest murder machine you’ve ever seen. My interpretation is based on the latest Friday, in that one he’s more of a woodsman/hunter who’s only killing to protect his territory.

All that being said he doesn’t really get sick, he knows something’s off because you’re not following him around like his shadow, he never liked you to stray too far from him as he had booby-trapped the ever living fuck out of the campgrounds.

The cabin and its immediate area were safe, but you still liked to cling to him as he made his rounds, the only time he didn’t entertain it was when there were those pesky trespassers 😠

On a typical day he’d wake a good two hours before you do, make sure your sleeping soundly, then go about his first rounds, check his traps, and more recently, he’d water the small garden you’d started. By the time he was done you’d be up and ready to start your day with him.

So when he began the daily routine of making breakfast for the two of you, he was confused at your absence, by this point you’d be helping him set the table, but you were nowhere to be found.

He’d made it a point to lighten his footsteps, knowing if he hadn’t he’d be shaking the cabin with how fast he made his way to your shared room.

The gentle-only-for-you-giant was about as tall as the doorway, so he had to duck his head a bit to get in. Once he was there he all but falls to his knees by your still form on the bed. You’d curled into a ball, sweat beading on your forehead, his large hand came down to feel the skin there, only to pull back, his deep brown eyes would hold all the worry in the world, he knew you shouldn’t be that hot.

Jason has this connection to his mother, so strong he can still hear her long after her departure from this plane of life, and she always knew what to do, especially when it came to you.

“You must keep her cool Jason, lots of water and soup!” He’d hear her say as if she was in the room with you, and like the good son he was, he’d listen to her instructions diligently. You’d awaken with the behemoth of a man petting your hands, his head resting gently in your stomach as he sat in worry.

His love language was acts of service and this was the perfect chance for just that, so be prepared to be treated like a doll well after you’re better, heaven forbid some idiot decides to trespass, because he takes it as a personal affront to you, they’re taking him and his attention away from his baby😠😠 so whoever it is gets it extra good, I’m talking pieces of them everywhere it’s so romantic <3

[foryoumyheroes]

Sharing is Caring

How [Midorya + Todoroki + Bakugou + Hawks] steal share food 

A/N: I miss eating out but what can you do? Please, if possible for you, continue to stay inside as much as you can! I’m saying this bc the actions in these headcanons are not pandemic-friendly LOL Also, crack-ish? 

Midoriya: 

Oh, what? This little angel can do no wrong, of course he would never take your food without asking and he rarely even asks for a bite of your food unless you offer it up. 

Always shares what his mom packed for the day as well as any other meal he has. 

Willingly eats the things you pick off your plate. You eat what he doesn’t like. A symbiotic relationship.  

Once you guys get to a comfortable part of your relationship he does do weird things in order to be closer to you. 

No matter what he uses the same soy sauce tray as you, even when there’s a perfectly good one right next to him. 

If you’re eating takeout and it’s a picnic or somewhere outside/inconvenient he will use the same chopstick as you. Just...you take a bite, pass the chopsticks, and go back and forth. 

Drinks from the same cup as you. Even if he’s pouring out a cup for everyone and pours a drink out for him too, he’ll drink from your cup and then once you guys are done with that you’ll both drink from his. 

He loves it whenever you guys do share food though!! It makes him [heart squeeze~] doing such a cutesy thing. He feels 100% more affectionate whenever this happens. 

He just likes being next to you. If you guys get street food and have to stab with the skewers into that tiny box or bag, it makes his day standing so close to you for a while. 

Of course, when he first did this he almost died every time because of the mental image of indirect kissing. 

Todoroki: 

It’s already canon that he offers up his precious soba whenever his close friends are feeling down. 

Honestly such a baby boy. 

This food sparks joy in me? It must do the same for them as well! 

But once you guys get into the extremely comfortable part of your relationship the words “my food” and “their food” get erased from his vocabulary and is now completely replaced with “our food.” 

When you guys go to a restaurant, you’re that couple that sits in the same booth seat, side-to-side, instead of across from each other. 

He only orders one dish. The waiter will just stand there until Todoroki will be like, “We’ll order another if we’re still hungry.” 

If you’re getting takeout, he’ll order two dishes but when you get home you’re still going to be sitting as close as ever eating from the same plate.

As a result every meal you have will always involve him sitting by your side. 

The kind of person that never orders the same dish as you if you’re eating together. 

It happens so frequently that Fuyumi bought this big old bowl for you two to eat from whenever you visit Endeavor’s house. 

You guys are so lovey-dovey and roman -- 🤮 romant -- 🤮🤮 I can’t even say it. 🤮🤮🤮🤮

I mean it’s kinda economical, saving all this money sharing a meal.  

Like a dog when they see you eat without them. 

If you guys are having lunch and he ends up sitting on the opposite end of the table from you, one sound of you cracking apart your chopsticks will have him noooming over to your side to eat some too. 

Quite honestly, if you try to eat without him he will physically fight you to take at least one bite too. He’s just jumping over you while you’re protecting your food from him like a football player with the ball. 

[Aizawa: so...do any of you want to tell me how [Name] gave Todoroki a black eye? 

Everyone starts talking over each other all at once while you’re saying, “I accidentally elbowed him in the face BUT that was my melonpan though!!” and Todoroki’s saying, “Our melonpan.”] 

Kinda cute though because it becomes something you kind of just expect. He’ll buy like a boba, take a sip, and then immediately give it to your awaiting hands so you could taste. 

Bakugou: 

The person you’re leeching food off of. 

He’s like, “FUCK off!” and “Get your own!” but we all know the truth 😊😊

Even tries to pass off his affections by saying that the portion you took from him doesn’t have the recommended nutritional balance so he gives you more meat/vegetables/rice to “even it out.” 

Sometimes he’ll even feed you straight from his chopsticks, just straight up shoving food in your mouth. He’ll be really aggressive and pushy but he’ll do it. 

If he wants your food, he’ll just gruffly say, “Give me that,” and snatch it. 

He anticipates you wanting to eat his food so even though he’s a spice fan he’ll tone it down for you when you steal some from him later in the day. 

[People will be like, “Wow he’s such a doting boyfriend.” 

And he’ll yell, “Mind your own shit! I don’t fucking feed [Name] all the time!” And then turn around to be like, “Here’s your napkin and I brought you utensils too.” sdfghkl] 

[He’ll refuse to give anyone else food, and he’ll say some BS like, “No one is eating this but me!” 

Kaminari is like, “but you’re sharing with [Name] right now!” 

Bakugou: what of it?] 

What if he lulls you into a false sense of security though. 

He’s been lowering the spice levels this entire time leading you to believe that you’re getting better at spice and your tolerance has gone up but one day he just suddenly spikes it with spice and nearly kills you. 

When you two cooked together you used to grab bites right in the middle of cooking and he told you off saying it was annoying but now he always calls you over to “taste test.” 

Hawks: 

This bastard. 

Obviously he steals food from you all the time. 

He even strategizes how to steal food from you in the most efficient way possible. 

In more casual restaurants he’ll guide you to the seat that’s closer to the counter/bathroom/water dispenser and constantly asks you to go pick stuff up for him. That’s when he strikes. 

Gets one of his feathers to tap you on the side/behind so when you turn your head he starts shoveling food when you aren’t looking. 

Doesn’t wait for you when you go to the bathroom. You know this. He knows this. It’s survival of the fittest here. 

You get so nervous whenever you get delivery food because if Keigo gets to it first he’s going to eat your fries. 

Once he dipped his bare ass hands into your noodle dish and took the egg on top before you could stop him. 

Every time he convinces you to rock-paper-scissors him for the last piece even if it’s your food. 

Do y’all know that scene from Kung Fu Panda or Power Rangers where they move the last piece around the bowl and maneuvers it with the utensils so the other person can’t get it? If you’re a Pro-Hero too he’ll pull that shit on you. 

LIKE JUST LET ME EATTT. 

This is gross but he doesn’t even care if you licked something or put it in your mouth to “assert dominance” over it. He’ll just get you to spit it out like a mom bird. 

One time he came home early from patrol and found out that you were eating fried chicken without him so the two of you just stood there on opposite ends of the apartment with you staring at him like 👁️👄👁️. 

[Hawks: I thought you were bae-- 

You: Keigo-- 

Hawks:...turns out you’re just fam. ] 

He turns and goes back outside and goes get his own fried chicken and even gets himself a treat ice cream. Takes a picture and sends it to you and everything to gloat. 

[deus-ex-mona]

Even Our Private Lives Are Great Too!: Chapter 3

divide and conquer

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As Yujiro slurped his ramen as per IV’s recommendation, he found that his meal, sure enough, tasted better when he did so.

IV: …It’s good, isn’t it?

Yujiro: Yes, it sure is.

Yujiro forced a smile in response to IV’s pleasant grin.

Yujiro: (Somehow… he seems different from how he’s like during our encounters in the dressing rooms.)

Yujiro: (He’s a pretty ordinary guy… Though, has he always been this friendly…?)

YUI: Ahh, that was so good~!

The four of them walked side by side as they exited the ramen restaurant.

YUI: RIO was actually the one who told me about that ramen place, yannow?

YUI: He and DAI ate there on their way back from the studio the other day. Or was it after our TV feature? Which was it again?

YUI: Either way, that’s pretty unfair, no?

YUI: I’m the one who’s all about ramen, so why didn’t he invite me too?!

IV: That’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

IV: He said that they stopped by for a meal after we all parted ways, no?

Yujiro: (I see… So FT4 share their favourite restaurants with each other… They really get along so well.)

YUI: Hmm… “That’s just how the cookie crumbles”, huh… Well, I got to eat there with you guys today, so I’m satisfied.

YUI: But more importantly, hey Aizo! You haven’t had enough yet, right?!

Aizo: Eh?! What’re you talking about?!

YUI: Spiciness!

YUI: That ramen was really good, but it wasn’t spicy enough, yannow~?!

Aizo: But wasn’t the ramen you just had spicy?!

Aizo: Wait, I mean, I’m already stuffed!

YUI: Does that mean that you’re actually afraid of being served foods of the same level of spice as me?

Aizo: Ugh… You have me all figured out… don’t you…

YUI: Awwright! I’ll be taking you with me! IV! Yujiro! You guys can’t handle spicy food, right?

IV: Yeah, I’ll pass.

IV: We’ll just split up for now. The two of us will get desserts instead.

IV: …So, how about it, Yujiro?

Yujiro: Yeah! It’s fine with me!

Yujiro: I prefer sweet things over spicy foods.

IV: It’s settled, then.

YUI: We’ll see you guys later then! I’ll be borrowing Aizo for a bit!

Aizo: W-wait up, YUI! What about what I want?!

Aizo: Do you not care about my wants or something?!

Aizo: I told you… I can’t handle… such spicy foods anymore~!

YUI grabbed ahold of the ever reluctant Aizo and headed off, partially dragging the latter along as they went.

Yujiro: …And they’re off.

IV: Yeah.

IV: I hope YUI doesn’t push Aizo too hard, though.

Yujiro: Nah… Being the way he is, Aizo would only be too happy to be spoiled like that, so I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Yujiro: I think he’d refuse to get dragged along if he really didn’t want to go.

IV: …You really understand his thoughts and feelings well, don’t you?

Yujiro: Eh?

IV: I’m talking about your partner.

Yujiro: (...I understand Aizo’s thoughts and feelings…?)

Yujiro: That’s not the case at all.

As Yujiro denied IV’s observation, a sudden realisation occurred to him.

Yujiro: (Perhaps this is my chance to ask IV deeper questions about himself… now that we’re alone with each other—?)

[kimberly40]

Livermush is very popular where I live in McDowell County, North Carolina. Have you heard of it? Here are a few facts about livermush:

•Livermush is a blend of ground scrap pork meat + liver, and spices bound with enough cooked cornmeal mush to make it sliceable.

•Food historians trace its origins to German immigrants who ate something called pon hoss, (pork scraps blended with buckwheat and spices) and then brought it to America during the 1700s. The food ultimately came south to the mountains and Piedmont, where it wound up on WNC farms.

•Scrapple is similar to livermush but NOT the same. It has less liver and different spices are used. It tastes different too.

•By law, Livermush is required at least 30 percent pig liver to be classified as Livermush.

•One could purchase a five-pound block of Livermush for around 10 cents a pound in the 1930s and '40s.

•Hunter's Livermush, which is made in Marion, is only found within 100 miles of Marion.

•Hunters sells over a million pounds of livermush a year.

•Some historians connect its popularity to the Germans’ penchant for liverwurst, a smoked sausage made with pork scraps. Livermush emerged as an alternative that didn’t require a smoker and could be cut with cornmeal to feed more people.

•The 5 commercial livermush producers — Corriher’s, Hunter’s, Jenkins, Mack’s, and Neese’s — are all based in North Carolina.

•One producer of Livermush stated that the closer they get to the mountains in North Carolina, their livermush begins to outsell sausage.

•Hunter's Livermush in Marion produces 20,000 pounds every week for customers of stores in five counties.

•Although the composition is similar to liver pudding (which you can find in the eastern part of the state) and scrapple (commonly found in Mid-Atlantic states like Pennsylvania and New Jersey), livermush differs from these two with its liver content + binding element.

•Scrapple tends to contain less liver, whereas livermush has a higher ratio of liver and liver pudding is made with flour, and therefore has a softer consistency.

•Early settlers made livermush in cast iron pots and stirred with wooden paddles, incorporating whatever bits of the hog had not been used previously. A regional food born of necessity and hard times, its popularity is thought to have grown during the Civil War because it was an affordable substitute for more expensive cuts of meat.

•Pork jowls, pork livers, Cornmeal, flour, salt, pepper, sage and water are the ingredients in livermush.

•Liver mush is often compared to breakfast sausage and is sometimes called the poor man's pâté.

•Hunters Livermush founders Roy and Gurthie Hunter started production in 1955 at their Marion facility.

•Livermush is certainly high in Vitamin A and Iron, but a 2 ounce slice contains 90 calories, 40 of them from fat. And if you’re one of those people who need to boost your cholesterol level, that 2 ounce slice will provide 17% of your daily cholesterol requirement.

•There are only five commercial livermush producers on the planet; Mack’s and Jenkins Livermush are located in Shelby in the southwestern part of the state, Hunters Livermush is in the mountain community of Marion, Neese’s is in the piedmont city of Greensboro and in tiny China Grove it’s Corriher’s.

•There are two livermush festivals held every year in North Carolina. Marion, North Carolina, has the Livermush Festival, and Shelby, North Carolina, hosts the Mutts, Music, and Mush Festival.

*Livermush is a natural relaxer, cures stress, cures anxiety, cures sadness and best of all is DELICIOUS. 😁

The name doesn’t do it any favors that’s for sure. Every culture has its prized foods that outsiders can’t stomach. People either LOVE it, won’t dare to even try it, or they hate it. For those of us who grew up on livermush, we love it and will gladly eat your share. 😊

Peace, Love, and Livermush. ❤️

-Written by Kimberly Wright, 2022

[oioinanami]

home. (nanami kento x f. reader)

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: coming home to you after a long tiring day is everything nanami ever wanted in life.

contains: domestic fluff, established relationship, a bit of sexual suggestiveness

Smooth jazz music fills the apartment when Nanami Kento comes home. His lips curl into a tiny smile when the scents of different spices tickle his nose, and he carefully takes off his shoes, jacket and glasses, before loosening his tie. You are inside the kitchen, humming along to the music while chopping some vegetables to add to the curry you‘re making for dinner tonight. Nanami waits until you’ve finished chopping the zucchini and bell pepper, quietly observing how you lay down the knife to wipe your hands on the kitchen towel. Only then does he step into the kitchen to wrap his strong arms around your waist and pull you flush against his broad chest. You squeal but immediately relax into his arms when he mumbles a soft “Good evening, love.” into your ear. You turn around to smile up at him and gently cup his cheek with one hand, thumb rubbing over the stubble on his chin. He nuzzles deeper into your palm before turning his head to press a soft kiss against your warm skin. “How was your day?”, he asks gently, and you smile. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Work was uneventful and so slow I was allowed to go home an hour earlier. Mina says hi by the way, and asks if we want to come over for a game night on Sunday.” Your boyfriend kisses the tip of your nose, before humming in confirmation. “Sure, sounds good to me.” You purse your lips, drawing your eyebrows together in silent worry while your eyes travel over the dark circles under his eyes and the tired lines around his mouth “You look exhausted, Kento.”, you finally say, but Nanami just gives you a soft smile and shrugs. He has to admit that the sudden surge in curses over the last few weeks has been exhausting. He dislikes nothing more than having to work overtime, simply because it means putting work before coming home to you, but sometimes it just can’t be helped - and he‘s nothing if not responsible. “Nothing a quick shower, your infamous curry and a bit of extra sleep this weekend can’t fix.”, he answers soothingly, and you stand on your tiptoes to press a loving kiss against his lips, loud mwah-noise included. “Fine. Then go move your cute butt into the shower, dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes.”, you reply, and he raises one eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips. “My butt is not cute.”, he says, voice laced with quiet humor, and you grin at him, eyes sparkling with barely hidden glee. “Oh, it is very cute. Now go, I need to finish my ‘infamous curry’.” And with that you step out of his warm embrace and turn towards the stove again, clearly dismissing him to go get his much needed shower.

//

The hot water does wonders for his stiff, aching muscles. So for a few minutes, Nanami just enjoys the water gushing around his steeled body, the bathroom quiet except for the sounds of the shower and his own steady breathing. Suddenly, your voice cuts through the serene atmosphere: “FIVE MINUTES LEFT UNTIL I’M STARTING TO EAT - WITH OR WITHOUT YOUR CUTE BUTT!” Nanami can’t help but smile, quickly turning off the shower and beginning to dry himself with one of the big fluffy towels that always smell like your favorite laundry detergent.

You’re just setting the steaming plates onto the dinner table in the dimly lit living room when your boyfriend leaves the steaming bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. You raise both eyebrows and cock your head to one side, eyes roaming his body appreciatively before landing on the wry twist of his mouth. You’re about 89% sure he’s flexing his muscles on purpose now, just to see the blush spread over your entire face until it has reached the tips of your ears. “I like sticking to the rules, so dinner first, then dessert.”, you try to say nonchalantly, a bit annoyed at your own reaction to Nanami’s half-nude body. Even after years of dating and living together, your boyfriend still has the same effect on you - the effect being the sudden activation of something you lovingly call your ‘monkey brain’.

“Meaning?”

Oh now he’s teasing you.

“Meaning you better put on some clothes or I cannot be held responsible for my next move.”, you reply and take a step closer, your hand traveling over his stomach, making his abdominals clench, before you take his chin between your fingers, pulling his face closer to yours. “But I’ll happily have some dessert later.”, you whisper against his lips, and he grins wolfishly. “Good. Then I shall behave and get dressed.” With that, Nanami covers your mouth with his, and before he can pull away again, you quickly deepen the kiss, tongue brushing against his bottom lip. He begins to smile, and cocks one eyebrow. “I thought dinner first, then dessert?” You sigh, and nod. “Yes, yes. So please just go, you heathen.” His deep chuckle makes heat spread through your entire body, and his intense gaze isn’t helping either, but then he finally leaves the living room, broad figure slinking away in the darkness of the hallway. You exhale deeply, cupping your own face to cool down your blazing cheeks. “Damn that man and the weird power he has over me.”, you mumble, only half joking, before finally sitting down at the dinner table, taking a few deep gulps from your glass of water. A few seconds later, your boyfriend reemerges, now clad in dark grey sweatpants and a simple white shirt, hair still damp and feet bare. You sigh dreamily, rest your chin on your palm, and just stare at him. Nanami always looks very put together, usually wearing suits and ties, which you also love on him, but this? Him looking so laid back and just overall boyfriend-y? That’s a whole other level of hotness. “You’re drooling.” You jump when his voice interrupts your thoughts, and shoot him a playful glare. “Am not.”, you mumble, “But now that you’re finally here and dressed, let’s eat - bon appétit.” He just purses his lips in an attempt to stifle his pleased smile before he sits down and lifts his spoon. “Bon appétit, love. Thank you for making dinner.” And with that, the two of you begin eating.

//

“Want to finally finish ‘Alice in Borderland’ before going to bed?”, your boyfriend asks after basically having wolfed down two plates of your delicious curry, and you nod immediately. That’s one of the many great things about Nanami - he’s not easily impressed nor easily invested in something, but once he is, he really is. Meaning that even though his schedule has been crazy busy this week, you guys still managed to binge-watch almost all episodes of the relatively new Netflix show. “Absolutely, let me just clean up first though.”, you say, already standing up, but Nanami suddenly wraps his long fingers around your wrist to tug you towards him until you’re standing between his legs. He presses his face against your stomach and buries his nose in the soft cotton of your shirt, deeply inhaling your scent, both arms tightly wrapped around you. You chuckle and carefully run your fingers through his hair, nails gently raking across his scalp. He shivers and a tiny moan escapes him, making your whole body tingle with want, but you quickly shake off the feeling. “Rough day?”, you ask quietly, but Nanami just shrugs. You rarely ask about his work, knowing he prefers to keep it as far away from you as possible. Of course you know he’s a powerful sorcerer, know he is perfectly capable of handling any and all situations no matter the danger, but other than that, he rarely if ever tells you about his missions, always keeping you in the dark but also safe, as he says. “You know you can always talk to me if you need to.”, you say softly, and your boyfriend pulls back to give you a small smile. “I know, love. Thank you. I’m really grateful to have you.” You feel your throat close up with unshed tears, and just nod once, leaning down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead. “Me too, Kento.” He lifts his head to brush his lips against yours before suddenly standing up. “You already made dinner, so I’ll clean up. You go move your cute butt over to the couch and wait for me.”, he demands, and you lift one eyebrow. “Oh, so you can call my butt cute but I’m not allowed to?” Nanami grins. “You’re more than welcome to call your own butt cute too, I never once said anything against that.” You playfully smack his chest, which basically feels like you’ve just punched a brick wall, and shoot him a playful glare. “That’s absolutely not what I meant and you know it.” He just gives you a smug smile before wordlessly taking the dirty plates and carrying them towards the kitchen.

//

Half an hour later, you’re lying between Nanami’s outstretched legs, back pressed flush against his chest while he’s wrapped both arms around your waist. “Ready for the last two episodes?”, you ask, and your boyfriend just hums in confirmation, his breath tickling your neck and making you shiver. “Let’s go then.” And with that, you press play.

With your back to him, you’re unable to see Nanami’s gentle smile while he gazes down at you, warm and soft and safe in his arms. While he feels like the world of sorcerers is currently going crazy due to the sudden appearance of Sukuna’s new vessel, you continue to be a steady and grounding presence in his life. Mostly unknowing of and therefore untainted by the world of curses and darkness he decided to be part of, you’re the light he will always search for and return home to. You don’t even understand the impact you have on him, how grateful he is to you for bringing so much warmth and laughter into his life, to be the person he can confidently call his home. You giggle at something said on tv, and almost unconsciously, he pulls you even closer to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss against your sensitive neck and making you squirm in his arms. “Later, Kento.”, you chastise him, and he just hums, nuzzling deeper into your soft hair, before intertwining his long fingers with yours. He already knows that one day soon, your hand will have a ring on it - the one he bought months ago but still keeps safely tucked away in the deepest, darkest corner of his closet, just waiting for him to ask you the most important question of his life. For now, he’s just happy to finish ‘Alice in Borderland’ with you safe in his arms.

And to have dessert later - don’t think he forgot about that.

© oioinanami 2021 | masterlist

[cinna-stars]

Worth Waiting For

Uhh, okay, this is my first ever fanfic! I might continue it based on the reception, but it was a few thoughts I had in my head that I wanted down on paper. 

18+! Some sexual themes and content throughout, however for those experienced smut readers, this is some mild sauce, not very much spice.

I have to credit @cyancherub for making me think about Kiri smelling like cinnamon, the thought hasn’t left my brain.

Kirishima x Fem!reader 

A cool breeze whispers through the slightly ajar window of your dorm room. The sun set a little while ago; studying always seems to eat up most of your free time, so this wasn’t exactly a surprise. You lean back in your desk chair, arms up, and stretch your muscles into a big yawn. The sudden contracting muscles have your stomach gurgling. It’s definitely time to take a break, so you close your textbook and stand up from your desk. I wonder if there’s any of those expensive sounding potato chips that Momo bought back from her trip abroad left over? The thought makes you salivate as you begin towards your door. You glance to the mirror in the corner and look at your own reflection: hair pulled into a loose, messy bun, torso swallowed up by an old band shirt Denki gave you (after a conversation initiated by Mineta on what you liked to wear to bed) and bare legs sticking out from the hem. Shouldn’t be a problem, as long as Iida isn’t feeling like a stick in the mud this evening. You open your door and begin creeping your way to the kitchen, hoping to keep noise levels to a minimum as to not disturb anyone who might be sleeping already.

Your ears perk up when you hear conversation coming from the communal area.

“On a scale from 1-10, with ten being the most boring, you have exceeded my expectations and we’ve hit an 11.”

“Shut up dude, it’s an absolute cinematic masterpiece. This is why you don’t have the remote- we’d be watching Care Bears or some shit.”

You approach the seating area to see Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero and Denki. The latter two arguing over what to watch. Bakugou looks like he’s about to blow a fuse, so Kirishima chimes in,

“Hahah, okay guys, why don’t we just watch a horror movie, like Scream or something? It’s an easy watch.”

“Sounds like a good idea as long as Kaminari doesn’t shit himself.” Sero tries to start again, but this is perfect timing for you to interject.

“Sero, I’m sorry, last time I checked, you’re the one who had to ‘leave suddenly’ when we watched Halloween.” A smirk appears on your face from ear to ear as all four boys turn their head your direction. You notice an empty spot next to Kiri and take the opportunity to sit, careful not to flash anyone.

“Hey Y/N don’t be startin’ on me. I have plenty of stories about you that we could share you know? What about the Jaegerbomb incident?” Sero matched your grin, and you feign shock by slapping your hand to your heart.

“You’re breaking my heart, Hanta. Are you the only ones up?”

“Yeah Iida sort of ‘encouraged’ everyone to go to bed early because of the test tomorrow, but” Denki motions in Bakugou’s direction “the angry Pomeranian barked and he gave up with us.” Bakugou snaps his head up from his phone to stare Denki down, but realizing he’s just proving his point, sighs and goes back to scrolling on his phone.

“You okay Baku-babe?” he grunts and flips you off, but you could see the corner of his lip turn up in a weak smile at the affectionate nickname. You knew he meant well, especially after the time you had spent together over the last summer with the guys; he just had a defensive temperament.

“You wanna join us, y/n?” Kiri propositions with a wide grin. His hair was still styled into sharp points from classes today, contrasting with his relaxed clothing choice of a t-shirt, shorts and crocs. He’d also made the addition of a white bandana around his forehead. As usual, he was looking incredible.

After the time spent together as a group over the break, it was great to get to know everyone better. As Sero’s oldest friend, it was always easier to stick by him, which had ended up in your favour by meeting these clowns. You’d slowly got closer to the other three boys too, but there was something about Kirishima you couldn’t shake.

The way you felt when you were left together alone in the same room at a party, or when the other guys ended up flaking so you spent the night together at his place, there was always a feeling of excitement, in more ways than one.

You’ve never been very good at flirting and you just seem to come across as an anxious mess, but Kiri was pretty much just as bad. Meaning neither of you ever made a move. Just awkward giggles and eye contact that lasted just a little bit too long for friends.

“I actually came to steal some of Momo’s fancy chips but yeah, let me get a snack and I’ll be ready. You guys want anything?” You get up off the couch and start your way to the kitchen.

“BEER. BEER. BEER.” Denki chants, making you giggle.

“Oh I’ll come and help you carry them!” Kiri jumps up to follow behind you. You can hear Sero make a ‘wha-PISH’ whipping sound which makes Denki burst out with laughter. In their defense, it was painfully obvious you were both pining for each other.

The kitchen isn’t far but it is out of earshot of the sitting area. You open the cupboard in the corner to find Momo’s chip bag, left sat there completely empty. “Oh come ON” you sigh, picking up the bag and placing it in the trash.

“No chips left? Don’t worry I got you covered.” Kiri stretches to the gap between the top of the cupboard and the ceiling, feeling about with his hand. Your eyes fixate on the skin that is now showing just above the waistband of his shorts. You slowly move your view up the side of his torso, his shirt draping over his body in all the right places, and then to his face, one eye closed and tongue sticking out in concentration. He totally caught you checking him out and now you’re both stood there blushing like idiots. He finally located the bag he was looking for and brings his hands back down, showing off the slightly dusty bag of unopened chips.

“These are your favourites, right?” You stand in bewilderment looking at the bag and nod. “There are many bonuses to being one of the tallest in this dorm” he grins. He even remembered your favourite chips? You can’t help but smile back.

“Thank you so much. Oh let me get the beers!” you walk over to the fridge and open it up, bending over to search for the well hidden cans. You know your ass is on show, and you’re doing everything you can to make it the best view. Arching your back slightly, barely moving your hips from side to side, putting on a full show without being too obvious. “Ah I found them!” You gather them into your arms, the cold metal against your skin sending shivers up your spine and making your nipples protrude from the thin material of your shirt. You stand back up and close the fridge, turning around to a very red in the face Kirishima. You send a sweet smile his way.

“Do you mind taking a couple they’re coldddd” you whine. He composes himself and grabs the first can he can see looking ready to fall. He then proceeds to take another, slowly exposing more of your chest and your hardened nipples. You notice his eyes dart to them and then back on the beers. Are you two really going to carry on like this? Acting like the sexual tension couldn’t be cut with a knife? His wandering eyes now have you blushing and you’re quick to fill the hanging silence. “Should we really be drinking when we have a test tomorrow? I’m no NARC but you know what Denki can get like. He’ll wake up the whole house.”

“It’ll be fine. The only ones that know where the rest of the stash is are you and me. As long as you can keep a secret, we’re Gucci” he winks.

“Did you… really just use the term ‘Gucci’? like completely unironically?” You laugh, nudging his side.

“Shut upppp y/n. Come on let’s get back to them before Bakugo kills Dumb and Dumber.”

 “Hoes and bros we come bearing beverages!” You walk in and pass out the three beers you held to the boys, Kiri slowly following with the chips and the last two drinks.

“Wait, who are the hoes?..... oh.” Kaminari has a moment of self-realization and stares at the beer in his hand.

“Denki don’t listen to her, she is the last one to be calling anyone a hoe” Sero hits you with another of what will be many insults of the night.

“Uhhhh says the guys who has a body count tally on his wall. If you ever get with Mina you’re going to need to take a trip to Home Depot to paint over those you know?” You counter.

“Can we watch the damn film already?! Could’ve watched half the fucking thing by now.” Bakugou finally lets off some of the pent up steam. Both you and Denki lift your arms up to your forehead in a salute. “Yes sir!”

Grabbing a blanket, you and Kiri get back into your original seats next to each other on the sofa furthest away from the TV. Sero is on the chair to Kiri’s right, sprawled over it in the most boyish way possible, legs stretched wide and arms hanging over the back. Denki and Bakugo share the sofa to your left, Bakugou reserved to the spot at the very end, finally turning his phone off, while Denki almost mimics Sero’s positioning, but one hand is wrapped around his beer chugging it a bit too fast. Sero presses play as you sit back into the sofa. Kiri’s arm is already draped over the back of the headrest, and it’s only a matter of time until his arm drapes around your shoulder and you lean into him.

You’re about ten minutes into the movie when he starts to move his fingers in little circles on your upper arm. If anyone saw you right now, they’d assume you two were together. The months you’ve both spent flirting and teasing, the light touches and the lingering cuddles. This is becoming unbearable for you, its overwhelming. How haven’t you kissed yet? You weren’t really a ‘hoe’ as Sero said, but you certainly weren’t inexperienced and have never had this trouble before, so what was stopping you now? If things continued like this, you were going to explode.

You look up at Kiri, admiring the contours of his face against the light of the TV. The way his eyebrows slightly furrow, and the way he’s chewing his bottom lip between his teeth in concentration. You inhale the mild aroma of cinnamon, which is a scent that follows him around everywhere. You’re certain he’s aware you are staring, by the light blush reforming on his cheeks, but he allows you to for just a little longer. Right up until Denki yelps aloud from a minor jump scare in the film, causing you to jolt yourself and grab onto Kiri’s shirt.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” he asks, voice low and husky. “Don’t worry, I got you.” He lifts his free arm and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I-I wasn’t scared. Denki made me jump” you pout.

“Aww, even worse haha” he chuckles, the vibrations flow through your body, straight to your core, making you instantly wet. If he ever really knew the affect he had, you might just die from embarrassment. You release his shirt and return your head to his shoulder; however, his hand has maneuvered itself away from your upper arm and is now placed on your hip. The large amount of warmth is slowly followed by a very light squeeze of reassurance, and you’ve never been more aware that you aren’t wearing any shorts.

His breathing has now quickened, and his hand feels like it might even be shaking a little bit. He was so nervous, which makes him even more endearing. A wave of adrenaline rushed through you as you lift your hand to rest atop of his, to give him the assurance that it is absolutely okay to have his hand there.

About three quarters of the way into the film, all drinks have been consumed, chips have been eaten, Sero pauses and gets up for a pee break. “Couldn’t your bladder have waited? There isn’t that much longer left Se-bro” Kiri teases

“Ei, I don’t think I know anyone who could wait as long as you have” he leans down and darts his eyes between the two of you. You glare with intent to BURN. You thought too long for a comeback and unfortunately, he’s already happily waltzing off to the bathroom.

Kiri turns to you with a smile and lowers his voice. “Did nobody tell tape face that anything worth having is worth waiting for?” and you swear in that moment an entire flutter of butterflies were trying to escape you. That’s the most direct he’s ever been and it’s not something easy to ignore.

“I know you both have hidden the beer and I take personal offense.” Denki bellows. “I bet it’s on top of the cupboard where Kiri keeps all the good stuff” and he gets up and skips off to the kitchen, fully convinced he’s going to find what he’s looking for.

“I’m going to bed. Gotta be up early and you extras are pissing me off.” Bakugou gets up and stretches. “Love you, Bakubro! Mwah!” both you and Kiri heckle him with air kisses and you are met with yet another middle finger as he strolls off to his dorm room, that small smirk still present.

There’s that feeling coming back again. The way you feel whenever you’re alone with Kirishima. But this is the most compromised you’ve been: you’re basically half naked, he’s got his hand on your hip and he just dropped an absolute bomb of a line thanks to Sero. You can’t help yourself and before you truly think it through,

“Ei, I think I’m done waiting.” You lift your head off his shoulder, faces only a few inches apart. You can feel both your heart rates quicken in sync and your bodies getting hotter. He raises his hand and takes your chin in his hand, urging your lips forward onto his. The anticipated contact sends electricity through your body and the kiss deepens quickly, his tongue licks your lower lip asking for entrance and you accept immediately, releasing a soft moan from the motion.

You twist your body round so that you’re straddling his thigh, his wandering hand had slipped under the fabric of your shirt in the same place, playing with the fabric of your underwear. Your hands find their way to the back of his head, pushing him further into your mouth. You both are getting sloppy as lust takes over and you find your hips involuntarily grinding on his thigh. He breaks away from the kiss, pulling at your lower lip and working his way down your jaw to your neck, nipping and sucking lightly, causing louder moans to escape you.

“So- fucking long- I’ve waited- to touch you like this” he groans out between kisses and bites, sure to leave a mark. “Sound so pretty”

“Ah- me too, I- fuck” the stimulation from his voice and touch is almost overwhelming, but clarity sets in quicker than you’d like it too. “Sero will- ah- be back any second” and you release your grip on his hair. He’s really trying to pout at you, but he can’t help let his goofy smile beam through. You stare at each other for a few seconds, both absolutely beaming with happiness. He lets out an almighty sigh,

“Uggggh, you’re right. Hey, what are you doing after this?” he asks as you settle back down next to him, making you chuckle.

“Well I was planning on going back to my dorm and sleeping. Unless you have a better offer?” you beam.

“Well…” his grin gets wider, “you know there’s a sequel to Scream, yknow? Think you might wanna… what’s it called..”

“Scream 2.”

“I can make you scream, too. Sure”  and you erupt into laughter together, from his disgustingly awful pun.

Sero approaches from the corridor “Well you two sure can clear a room.”

“I’d blame it on Kiri’s terrible puns, but Bakubabe went to bed and Electabuzz is currently trying to find the rest of the beer but- oh there you are” Denki walks in, with a pout on his face, and flops back on the couch in disappointment.

“Denks, how about we throw a little party tomorrow after the test. We’ll let you in on where the secret stash is, too.” You offer, his expression immediately switching to that of delight.

Even though there was only a half hour left of the movie, it felt like hours until the end credits started rolling. Denki had managed to fall asleep and was snoring at full velocity, and the only person left paying full attention was Sero, as you couldn’t stop your brain from wandering from anticipation.

He shut the TV off and you tasked yourself with waking up Denki while Kiri cleaned up the empty beer bottles.

“Kami, come on sweetie, you need to go to bed.” You nudge him slightly causing him to stir. Sero walks over, and gives him a hard slap on the ass

‘WAKE UP ASSHOLE! Iida will kill you if you sleep on the couch”

“…I- sleep- your mom-..” he sits up and rubs his eyes

“Don’t be so rough Sero, he’s so sleepy look at hiiiimm” You say, admiring how cute he looked in such tired state. Kaminari finally gets up and all four of you head to the lift… shit.

You are Denki are on the 3rd floor, Kiri is on the 4th and Sero is on the 5th… how are you going to get to Kiri’s room without being suspicious?

A/N: Thank you if you read this in full! Please let me know what you think and if you’d be wanting to read the next part (which would include a lot more spice!)