#it was a little under 15 minutes and i know that bc i was cooking. chicken nuggets.

[risaonda]

grim said that post i just reblogged was johnny so i spent 15 minutes editing it so it was

[risingsoleil]

do more of linzin funny moments with their kids!😭

I present to you a few fun moments Linzin has with each of their kids when they're tiny:

Kang

He's doing his homework at the table.

"Mommy. Mommy! MOMMY!!!"

Footsteps come closer. "Don't shout. Use your indoor voice."

Kang wiggles in his seat. "When were you and Daddy born?"

"He was born in 119, and I was in 120."

"Did you meet Avatar Kyoshi?"

She makes a face. "No. She was reborn as Grandpa Aang."

Scribbles filled the blank lines, his tongue poking out at the corner of his mouth. He paused. "Ok. Were you alive when the Fire Nation attacked?"

Lin puts a hand on her hip. "How old do you think I am?"

Kang blinks. "Enough to know all the Avatars."

She mentally facepalms.

"Did Daddy get meet Avatar Wan before you then?"

Areum

She's sitting in Lin's lap at an event and turns to face her mother. Lin is engrossed in a conversation with a colleague, who also happens to be a mother. So it doesn't surprise Lin's colleague when she sees Areum suddenly turning and playing with the betrothal necklace.

"Mommy." Her fingers trace the designs.

"Hold on, sweetie. Mommy is talking to someone."

Areum pouts and grumbles under her breath until the lady finally leaves the table.

"Mommy," she groans.

"What is it?"

She points at the necklace. "I want one too."

Lin touches it for a moment, trying to remember which necklace she's wearing. Immediately she knows. "Then you need to marry someone from the Water Tribe to make you one when they want to marry you."

"I don't wanna wait."

A few days pass and Areum goes up to Tenzin.

"Daddy, can you make me a 'get married' necklace?"

He picks her up and holds her in his arms. "A what?"

"A necklace like Mommy's. The one you gave her when you got married," she explains and Tenzin 'ah's in understanding. "I asked the boy in my class, but he doesn't know how to."

Tenzin frowns. "Which boy?! He's not going to make you any necklace."

"Why not?"

"Bc you're not getting married, sweetie. Especially not to whoever this boy is."

"But--"

"No buts. I'll make you a 'get married' necklace."

Jin

Lin is working weird hours and Jin has been asking her and Tenzin everyday what time she's supposed to come home. Every day, Lin makes sure to write a note or tell him what time she's going to come home.

Today is a good day bc Mommy is coming home earlier! She's not coming home in the middle of the night. That means she can cook and play and go out on Oogi.

"I'll be home at 15:30."

Tenzin hears loud sobbing coming from the window and goes out to investigate. He sees his son, tears streaming down his face and cheeks red. His poor boy inherited his red-face syndrome.

Tenzin kneels next to his boy and holds him. "Why are you crying, Jin? Did something happen? Are you hurt?"

"MOMMY'S LATE. SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HER!! SHE SHOULD BE HOME BY NOW!"

He checks the clock. "It's only 15:31, son."

"THAT'S A MINUTE LATE, DADDY!!!"

It takes 20 mins for him to calm down his son (desserts did it for him, and he's willing to pay the price for a sugar crash later on). Finally, they hear metal boots clanking and Jin perks up, running to the person he's missed all day.

Jin hugs her and demands to know why she was late. He frowns at her for breaking her promise and not being home at 15:30 like she promised.

Lin rubs his back. "Alright, what will make you feel better?"

"I want dragon beard candy for breakfast. I can stay up late like you and Daddy. We go to the top of Kyoshi Bridge."

"Well, we can't do that all in one day. But we'll do that."

"And I want a baby brother."

Tenzin trips over air in the background.

Lin looks at Tenzin, then her son.

"Why do you want a little brother? You have your sister."

"So i can be a big brother. MeiMei is too mean."

"Well..." And she knows her husband is listening closely. "Daddy and I have to talk about it."

"Hmph."

Mei

It's summer and Tenzin is sure there's a heat wave rolling over Republic City this year. He's meditating without a shirt on because he's probably going to sweat with all the humidity surrounding the island.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Peaceful.

The air shifts and a tiny body climbs on top of him.

"Daddy, look at me."

He doesn't open his eyes. "Sweetie, I'm meditating."

The small figure climbs off of his back, but stands at his side and traces her fingers down the back of his head, along his back. She follows the lines until she can't reach.

"Mommy wants to know why you don't have your shirt on."

"Because it's hot."

Her hand disappears. "Okay."

For the next ten minutes, Mei doesn't disturb him. Then he feels her sit next to him. A swell of pride fills his heart.

'She's meditating with me. She's so sweet. My little baby girl. I love her so much.' he thinks.

Then he hears a new voice.

"Why is her shirt off?"

His eyes open immediately and he peers over at his firstborn. Sure enough, her shirt was thrown off to the side and she's sitting topless like him on the pavilion. From behind, Tenzin can see Lin holding their son on her hip and giving him that "what the hell?" look.

Before Tenzin can answer, his daughter pipes up,

"Daddy says it's hot, that's why he's not wearing a shirt. It's hot, so I took off my shirt too."

Lin sighs.

Why do kids take everything literally?

[mistergandalf]

Hollandaise is not just for chefs! You can make it too!

For @theweathermellon and also the rest of you. Beware though. Once you know how to do this, you're gonna want to make eggs benedict at home ALL the time.

These instructions are VERY detailed so that you understand the process! You'll the get hang of it if you practice. Recipe under the cut!

OKAY so first: your basic measurements. The numbers below are to make enough hollandaise to cover ONE serving of eggs benedict. If you're making this for two people, double it. Three people? You might be able to get away with two egg yolks still, depends on how much hollandaise people like. I like to drown my eggs benny soo that's me.

READ THE DIRECTIONS IN FULL BEFORE YOU START MAKING THIS OR YOU'RE GONNA WASTE EGGS

INGREDIENTS

1 egg yolk from a large egg (if you're using an extra large egg, you might need a little more of the other liquid ingredients. I don't recommend using smaller than a large egg)

1/2 tablespoon milk (I use half & half a lot of the time bc I have that more often)

lemon juice to taste (start with a very light teaspoon and work your way up or you're going to have a VERY lemony hollandaise. I recommend squeezing a real lemon, because bottled lemon juice has lemon oil added to it and it changes the taste a bit.)

salt & pepper to taste (go easy on the salt. you can always add more, but you can't take it out)

1/2 cup SALTED butter (you can sub unsalted if you must, but you'll have to add more salt anyway, and it's just not the same. trust me)

AND NOW HOW TO MAKE IT. I'm going to give you TWO ways to make it. The first is the way I do it when I'm just making it for myself, because the measurements are so small, and it's just easier with less cleanup. The second is the way I do it when I'm making enough for several people, as it feels more worth it. Here we go.

THE MICROWAVE WAY

Melt your butter in a measuring cup you can pour from. Don't let it pop or overheat! Just enough so that there's nothing solid left in the cup. If your butter is too hot, it'll cook your egg yolk, and you'll have to start over.

Whisk together the egg yolk, lemon juice, salt, and pepper in a small microwaveable bowl. Don't do the milk and the lemon juice at the same time, or your milk will curdle.

Whisk in the milk. Stirring is not an alternative. Whisk it.

SLOWLY pour a thin stream of butter into your egg yolk mixture as you continue to whisk it. Don't pour it all in at once! You're making an emulsion, which is when you combine two ingredients that don't usually want to combine. You have to do it slowly so that they actually mix!

Pop that baby in the microwave at 50% power (or power level 5) for 1-3 minutes, taking it out to re-whisk every 15-30 seconds. This is where it gets tricky! The less you're making, the less time it needs, and the more often you need to whisk it. This is not the time to multitask. Watch your sauce.

Your hollandaise is done when it's shiny and JUST thick enough where you can see lines from where you've whisked it. Any thinner and it'll just be slop on your plate. Any thicker, and - well, it'll become thin again. Because it'll be too hot and it'll break. You'll know you've broken your sauce when you just have a yellow oil with tiny, whispy egg bits floating in it. If this happens, well - we'll talk about that in a minute.

Taste your sauce. Add in extra salt, pepper, or lemon juice as you need until it tastes the way you want!

THE FANCY WAY (ON THE STOVE)

Do steps 1-4 above, but instead of whisking the egg yolks in a bowl, you're gonna do it in a double boiler. That's the pot that has another pot that fits right on top of it. If you don't have one, you can put a glass or metal bowl over a pot of water - you'll want one big enough to sit on top without touching the water at all. You only need about an inch of water in the bottom pot. THE STOVE SHOULD BE OFF TO START.

Put your double boiler on the stove and turn on the burner to medium-high or high heat. How high the heat needs to be depends on what kind of stove you have. I have a gas stove, so I don't need it on full blast. If you have an electric stove, crank that baby all the way up. Your goal is to boil the water in your bottom pot.

As soon as the water starts to heat up, start whisking your sauce and do not stop. What you're doing now is emulsifying your sauce over heat without applying the heat directly to the sauce. If you stop, your sauce may start to boil and break on the sides, so keep going.

Your hollandaise is done when it's shiny and JUST thick enough where you can see lines from where you've whisked it. This is the same as #6 above. If you catch yourself thinking, "Oh, I just want it a LITTLE bit thicker," and it's already starting to stick to the whisk, stop yourself. Repent for your hubris before the food gods break your hollandaise.

Taste your sauce. Add in extra salt, pepper, or lemon juice as you need until it tastes the way you want!

OH NO! I BROKE MY HOLLANDAISE :(

It happens! Even I still do it sometimes, and I make it all the time. SOMETIMES, you can save it! What you'll want to do is take a small spoonful of HOT water, nearly boiling (if you're poaching eggs at the same time, the water from that pot is perfect) and drop it into your sauce. Then whisk for your life and pray for mercy. If it forms back together into a nice, smooth, shiny yellow sauce, the food gods have answered your prayer.

If you try that and it doesn't work, then you'll have to start over. Sorry :(

AND THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE HOLLANDAISE. And an additional tip for poaching eggs: Add a little bit of vinegar to your water - just like a teaspoon or so. Your water should be a nice, rolling boil - not boiling out of control. And stir your water into a lazy whirlpool and drop your egg into the middle of it, from as close to the water as you can manage without burning your fingers. You're welcome.

[rowanmuppet]

oh and mischa too!!!

Okay I just wrote the penny one and I am on a ROLL so. Mischa bachinski my beloved

- First of all. Mischa has two hands and I won't hear otherwise. Talia is REAL damn it but Mischa is also bisexual and in love with Noel. End of

- He watched the titanic for the first time on the phone with talia and cried EMBARRASSINGLY hard. Not embarrassing because he's supposed to be manly or whatever, embarrassing like he woke up the next day and his eyes were almost swollen shut from crying so hard. Like that movie really affected him

- Noel would ask to watch it with him and he'd immediately say no because he doesn't want to be literally dehydrated from crying again

- He would put talia on the phone during choir and everyone would talk to her (more like them telling Mischa what to say and him translating but they all love her)

- Ocean would insist on singing whatever song they're working on for her and she'd just sit there like wow 😁👍!!! She has no idea what's going on but she's along for the ride

- He is trying to teach everyone Ukrainian to moderate success

- he has an annoyed siblings relationship with ocean which everyone says but seriously!!! They get on each other's nerves so much but ocean would kill a man for him and he's DEFINITELY gotten into a fight for her

- picks ocean up like a folding chair and carries her around. Or like a cat under the armpits and so she's just dangling there

- absolutely terrified of rollercoasters but went on the cyclone anyway because he's a manly man. Obviously. But then he died

- literally almost threw up getting off the graviton. Thought he was literally going to die

- wholeheartedly believes in Santa. Literally will not be convinced he isn't real. Everyone in the choir feeds into this and says their presents to him were from Santa and were dropped off at their house instead of his bc he doesn't have a chimney (in like an everyone lives situation cause yk they weren't really friends before)

- really it's because his adoptive parents didn't get him anything but he doesn't have to know that they're supposed to be santa

- is actually genuinely successful on YouTube 😭 nobody wants to believe him and I doubt the choir before the accident cared to check they just half listened to him talk about his songs like "yeah that's great buddy" but he has a pretty decent following

- I'm sure a good amount of them are ironic but that's okay

- he'd get one of those "THIS SHIT IS FIRE 🔥🔥🔥🔥 PUT IT OUT 🔥🔥🔥" comments and take it as a compliment

- has unmedicated ADHD. I don't make the rules I only enforce them

- he literally can't sit still in any situation at all ever, nor can he focus on anything if there isn't 5 other things going on. Constantly understimulated. Constance would give him a fidget spinner and his grades would immediately go up a letter or two

- honestly Mischa and constance are best friends in my heart

- she would try to teach him how to bake/cook and he would burn everything

- "Mischa no wonder it's burnt! It's been on high for 15 minutes it's just a grilled cheese" "why cook for long time on low heat when I could cook for short time on high heat 🤨??" "because it will burn before the cheese melts!!!!"

- Ocean is PISSED that he's always at Constance's house when she goes over to hang out (she would spend virtually all her time there fr) but Constance's little brother loves him

- wears almost exclusively sweat pants/giant t shirts with ironic slogans. "The worst day of fishing beats the best day of 'court ordered' anger management classes'"

- the kind of mf to wear gym shorts and slides in 4 inches of snow like dude 😦

- lets noel paint his nails every time they hang out. immediately forgets they're painted and either smudges it or if it somehow manages to dry bites/picks it off immediately

- he will never complain but he hates the way it makes his nails feel heavier

- ocean would get him a sticker book to motivate him to do his homework (his grades are not good and if they get too low he won't be allowed to participate in choir)

- so now his books/homework are covered in stickers

- spends a devastatingly long time on his hair only for it to immediately be ruined when he leaves the house

- it's almost impressive how quickly it just turns into a total mess

- that's what the hat is for

- regarding my penny rock head canon. He gets SO EXCITED when she gives him one

- "this reminded me of you" *least visually interesting rock you've ever seen* "YOOOOO IT IS LIKE ME!!!"

- not a big fan of the bugs though

- genuinely terrified of them. He'd see penny with bugs and feel like ants are on him for the next several minutes

That's all for rn cause this is getting long!!

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

could you share more about how you cooked those chicken breasts? that sounds good as hell

Absolutely 👌

1. Chicken breasts

2. Fill bowl with lukewarm water and dissolve a good amount of salt in (like a small handful? Trust your cooking instincts Padawan).

3. Place chicken breasts in bowl and make sure they're covered in water. Stick em in fridge and let them soak. I usually do an hour but I've done 15 minutes and it still makes a difference, wouldn't do longer than a few hours tho. This step makes them juicy and well seasoned all the way through so don't skip.

4. Remove breasts after x amount of time, rinse in cool water to remove excess salinity, and pat somewhat dry. Don't gotta get fancy with her.

5. Somewhat optional but I give them a little rub down with olive oil or melted butter if I'm feeling indulgent. It's ok if u prefer to go straight to seasoning but I want my chicken breasts to fuck so I always rub em down. So only optional if you want fuckless chicken.

6. Season! If I'm lazy just salt and pepper on both sides. If I'm feeling sexy I hit em with black pepper, garlic salt, onion powder, and smoked paprika. Which is my go to seasoning mix for everything so there u go free seasoning mix (I add rosemary and a bit of brown sugar if I'm putting it on potatoes).

7. Cook for 15-18 minutes at 450°F. I know some recipes say lower temp for longer but I like getting a firm crust on the chicken and I also want chicken asap. If the breast is thinner then go for like 15-16, if it's thicker go 17-18. We don't do salmonella around here.

8. IMPORTANT let it rest she's tired once you pull it from the oven let the chicken breast sit under some loose tinfoil or whatever for about 5 minutes. If you cut into freshly cooked meat you lose all those juices we flavored so beautifully when brining the chicken and then it'll be dry. So let it rest uncut for 5 minutes.

9. Consume and enjoy, whole process takes like 20 minutes plus however long you spend brining. Keeps well in the fridge too bc it's so juicy.

I like to eat as is, shred for fajitas/stir fry, turn into garlic mayo chicken wraps, or cut up for a salad!

[sirpeppersto]

everyone at work this morning was telling the head manager their problems with swiftie manager bc she wasnt here today 💀💀💀💀 she was 12 minutes late yesterday with her big ass starbucks drink! and didnt turn on the deep fryer for me so i was also 15 minutes behind even tho i come in half an hour after them. so we were allll behind bc she wanted her pink drink

and the opening cashier this morning was only on the prep team for like a week bc she doesnt like working with swiftie manager and she told the head manager that lol. the prep team is always needing more people bc people dont like working with her, we just lost another girl bc they got in a verbal fight(which i saw the beginning of, manager was being a massive bitch and i say that as a bitch myself. that was bitch behavior and she deserved to get cussed out). like they asked ME if i wanted to be on prep even though finding someone to take my job is hard bc no one likes it but me

and that cashier told me the other day that everyone knows about the whole situation with me getting written up, and everyone thinks it was dumb. so i think everyone at work aside from like two girls dont like that manager 💀 GOOD!! SHE SUCKS!! i literally have not liked her since i got hired last july, and i didnt start working with her until i became a cook in october. so im glad people are doing something about how fed up they are with her, and i think part of that was from me talking to our boss about her trying to write me up(this was like a week before she wrote me up). she doesnt have a ton of power over us bc shes just a prep manager which is a step under being an actual manager. but she uses every ounce of what power shes got to get people she doesnt like in trouble so that she can have her perfect little job. and its fucking with the rest of us. so idk what will come of today but i hope something changes, bc none of us can stand her anymore

[invenuos]

Boop! Please tell me about your favourite cat(s) and the little odd traits they have ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

hello! i dont have any cats of my own bcs i live w others and we aren't allowed (or can afford rn actually) pets but! there's a sweet little cat who keeps coming to live into our staircases when she's near pregnant or has a new baby! she's a stray so i dont really know any odd habits of hers or her baby but she is a brat w the most plaintive meows, loves to eat fish wnv we r cooking at home and has the peculiar habit of inviting herself in and then sneaking out on her own after a minute whenever we leave the door slightly open for a sec. my favoritest thing is that im the only one out of my 3 roommates who she allows to pet her (50% of times its bcs she's trying to bribe me for treats bcs she knows im weak) and sometimes at night if i run into her lounging on the discarded shelf we keep upstairs i can pet her to sleep!! it took me a week to befriend her bcs she spooks so easy! i used to (and still do) quietly sit with her in complete stillness for 10-15 min before one day she entangled herself bw my legs as if asking for pets, allowed me to pet her 5 times at best and then ran away. anyway this is her (and her baby)

(littlest beans)

also did i say one time she lost her baby and nearly whined down our door and i had to spend 30min looking for the child who was snoozing away under a v tight spot that i accidentally scared it out from for it to be reunited w his mom and all of this just when i was running late for a test

literally all they do is lounge and create havoc but atleast they're cute

[leossmoonn]

list #1: [ FEED ] sender offers receiver a spoonful of what they’re cooking so receiver can taste it

this prompt was made w matt murdock in mind im sure of it

Omg bc y/n is a chef? Yes? Putting this in the murdock fam world we have created together. Also I didn’t see it said spoonful but like? It doesn’t matter. Food is food

————

“Hey, sweetheart. What are you cooking? Smells good,” Matt greets as he walks into your apartment.

“I’m trying to make pastries. It’s for an assignment in my culinary class,” you explain. “Oh, I can’t wait to try,” Matt says. You sigh, “might be a while. I’m on the third batch. I hate Mrs. Madison. She can kick rocks.”

Matt chuckles and sets his messenger bag down. He walks over to you, hugging you from the back. He rests his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your middle. You sigh and lean into him, enjoying his comforting and warm embrace. He kisses your neck, his stubble managing to tickle you. You giggle and shy away, closing your neck off to him. “I thought you were going to shave.” Matt shrugs, “I’m kind of digging the facial hair.” You scoff, “oh, and how come?” “Not sure. Foggy says I look good,” Matt says. “Foggy thinks you look good in anything,” you remark. “Fine, how do you think I look then?”

You smile and turn around, leaning against the counter. You wipe your hands on your apron before you touch his face. You cup both sides of his face, stroking his cheekbones with your thumb. You feel his stubble under your palms, looking at his face from each side. You couldn’t say anything bad about Matt. He looks either way. Beard, no beard. PJs, suit. He’s so handsome, and you’re sure he knows it. He doesn’t get a lot of attention for nothing.

“Well?” Matt asks. You peck his lips. “You look handsome. As always.” Matt grins, “thought so.” You roll your eyes and laugh, turning away to roll out the rest of your dough. You had the second batch in the oven, but they weren’t coming out right, so you decided to start on the third batch. Matt kisses your cheek lovingly and stays behind you, patiently waiting for you the pastries to be done. Five minutes later and the oven dings.

“They smell great. I can’t wait to try them,” he licks his lips. “Well, they’re hot, so you’ll have to wait a little bit,” you say. “I never wait when I’m about to eat you,” Matt remarks.

You can’t help but scoff. “Watch it, Murdock. You might not get these pastries, or me if you keep up with that attitude.” “You know you love it,” Matt smirks. You sigh and nod, “unfortunately, I do.”

You make Matt wait 15 minutes until he can eat. After that time, you cut a piece of the dessert. He eats the piece whole, licking your fingers in the process. You watch him taste it anxiously, observing every micro expression he makes. “Well?” you ask when he swallows it. “What do you think?” “It tastes amazing!” he beams. You sigh, “you say that about everything I make!” “Because you are an amazing cook and baker, sweetie.” He holds your hands in his and kisses your nose as you huff.

“Mrs. Madison doesn’t think so,” you say. “Well, she can kick rocks, right?” Matt hums. You smile a little. “Yeah, yeah she can.”

“You know, I bet the person who made the pastries tastes even better though,” Matt says. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him. You giggle and wrap your arms around him, entangling your fingers in his soft hair. “Oh, you think so?” you ask. He leans in and kisses your neck softly. “Why don’t I show you then?” he whispers. You grin, “that can definitely be arranged.”

[mooribi]

✨Poly! NoMin AU ✨

Pairing: NoMin and y-you? Summary: Just your day to day with NoMin in a nutshell (aka bullet point form ) Word Count: a wholesome 700 Genre: Fluffy :D

Wow...lucky you!

You scored two handsome princes!

First of all

I hope you like cycling :D

Bc that's what you're doing most weekends for as long as Jaemin's bike decides to stick around.

Now, idk how good you are on a bike but Jeno is off in the horizon as soon as you guys put foot to pedal.

Even though it's Jaemin who insists you all go on a casual 10-kilometre cycle most weekends,

Jeno gets very into it once he has his helmet secured.

You can expect to get a thumb-up thrown back at you as Jeno completely disappears from sight.

But don't worry, Jeno only lets himself zoom off because he knows Jaemin will always cycle alongside you.

Speaking of which, Jaemin likes to talk while you're cycling together.

a lot

While you might be huffing and pedalling up a hill, Jaemin will probably still be bringing up how cute that dog was you saw 15 minutes back.

When there's a sharp turn or underpass coming up Jaemin will always slow down and make sure you go first, aw

Jaemin just likes you in his sight bc exhausted you = cute you in his eyes

Plus, he likes the fact that basically, the only secret in your relationship is that you and Jaemin have taken shortcuts on multiple occasions,

and completely let Jeno think you two have done just as much cycling as him.

Anyway,

During your cycling trips, you'll all usually meet up at a pre-meditated rest stop.

When you and Jaemin arrive, Jeno will always be waiting under a shady spot with some bottled drinks and maybe a cheeky snack or two.

Oh, except that one time you and Jaemin had taken a shortcut and beat Jeno to the rest stop

So Jaemin and you had to hide yourselves and your bikes behind some bushes until Jeno arrived

Even when Jeno did arrive you and Jaemin had to give it a few minutes before running over to the final addition of your trio.

Yikes.

Anyway, enough about bikes, damn.

At home you Jeno and Jaemin have what some may call the perfect combo.

Let me explain,

Jaemin looks handsome cooking

You look absolutely heavenly while eating

And you and Jaemin both whole-heartedly agree,

Jeno looks really handsome washing the dishes.

When you have the whole weekend together you, Jaemin and Jeno will change into your pyjamas,

and do all three together!

Which you all agree is the most fun

Especially Jeno.

After that, you will usually try to watch a movie but it almost always turns into a big cuddly mess, aw

A mess bc somehow you three haven't found the perfect way to cuddle and watch tv at the same time yet.

Jaemin contributes to initiating hugs and cuddles Big Time.

Oh, what's that? you're just sitting there eating cereal? Well damn, Jaemin thinks you deserve a hug.

Oh, Jeno's washing the dishes? surprise hug!

Jeno on the other hand doesn't initiate a lot of surprises hugs or cuddles.

but Jeno does love a nice nap and cuddle

When Jeno wants cuddles is one of the few times he will openly act cute.

He'll grab either your's or Jaemin's sleeve or hand and sway it a little while just kind of grumbling about 'how tired he is'.

A kind of pouty and cute Jeno.

and that's all he would have to do for you and Jamein to be all soft and cuddly back.

Though, when you do get to nap-cuddling Jeno is 98% of the time the first to fall asleep while you and Jaemin are still poking each other's faces or something.

Jeno knows that but he doesn't mind bc that's one of his Top 10 ways to fall asleep uwu

But cuddly Jaemin while sleeping? two words

clingy and baby

Jeno was, naturally, more clingy in his sleep during the winter

but Jaemin is attached and nuzzling into either you or Jeno all year round.

You and Jeno have to leave the air conditioning on overnight during the summer just so you don't overheat.

bc once Jaemin has his chin in your shoulder and his arms around you, he probably isn't going to let go until he gets hungry

In a nutshell, that's just some of your day to day with lovely NoMin

So, I hope you had a nice day ✨

✨By Mooribi🐶✨

[downbaaad]

Zeke Yeager relationship headcanons

note: okay so don't even try to come at me for these, they're called hcs for a reason. It's canon in MY head and that's that. Also this is how I cope with the real attack on titan manga bc isayama did Zeke dirty and I simply will not be accepting that anytime soon so have this better version of Zeke's life in the modern day AU k bye mwah I hope u enjoy

another note: I dont know how to use tumblr so this is gonna be real messy i apologize for that

Wordcount: 600(ish)

Warnings: cursing. also last one kinda contains some implied NSFW so skip that one if you need to. The rest is all domestic/fluff. reader is NOT underage.

-He spends all of the brief free moments he has throughout his busy days on the balcony. Smoking or not he just likes to enjoy those short 15 minutes breaks outside somehow; bonus points if you’re there with him. Y’all would just sit in comfortable silence either sitting down, stretching an arm out from time to time to reach the ashtray or just leaning over the railing and looking at whatever is going on underneath it.

-It’s been established that his favourite anime is Cowboy Bepop and he only likes old school anime so that’s what’s on tv playing in the background most of the time. I picture he lives alone (since Eren decided to stay in the college dorms) and he’s probably in grad school for some subject like chemistry or physics.

Back to the topic tho, you come over for lunch almost everyday and find him in the kitchen, using his hands to cook but his brain is focused on whatever anime he put on tv. (Yikes…not really a good thing. Burnt multiple meals and almost set the house on fire once.) You’d think he’d have the news on or History channel because that’s what millennials do but he hears about the news on social media nowadays.

Speaking of food, he also jokingly complains about ‘having to feed you’ but then always asks if you want more because he makes extra all the time to make sure you’re full. He’s actually pretty bummed when he has to eat alone because you’re not there to fill the silence with your gossip or to listen to him ramble about his day.

-Road trips to the beach are a must whenever he has a day off; during whatever season really. Wether y’all just stay in the car and blast some tunes while you look at the sea cause it’s too cold or you take long walks on the shore holding hands, it doesn’t matter. He just likes your company and looking at the sea breeze molding the waves. It’s simple moments like these where he considers himself the luckiest man alive.

-Whenever you don’t see him for a couple days because you’ve both been busy, you can sense that he’s missing you through his texts, even if he doesn’t say it out loud. You try to do that corny shit where you keep texting him while you’re on your way over to his place and then pop out a “let me in I’m at your door❤️” but his lazy ass just hits you back with a “you have the damn key just come in I dont wanna get outta bed💀”. Like okay bitch at least appreciate the effort, damn.

You know he does tho. He may not say it but he shows it when you crawl in his bed and he wraps you in his arms tightly and gives you kisses on your forehead and on your temple and on your cheek and finally captures your lips in a long sloppy kiss. He’s the type of person that shows his love through actions rather than words (INTP shit) because he uses his words to be a sarcastic little cunt instead.

-Yeah he has a dirty mouth when it comes to petty comebacks and talking shit but it comes in handy whenever you’re in public and he wants to see your cheeks flush red as he whispers pure filth in you ear. He knows what he’s doing and he knows it turns you on immediately because you like a challenge, especially because you reciprocate the energy even when you’re caught off guard. You even take it a step further and place your hand on his thigh under the table which he stops from going further up by trapping it between his legs. He knows you’re capable of jerking him off then and there. Shit, he’d be up for it if it wasn’t for the conscious side of his mind that's telling him the consequences of public indecency. This is gonna have to wait till you guys get in his car (that he parked in a sheltered spot for various reasons: one being his intentions for the night ;)

[lsvdw-blog]

Not a Minute More: Part I

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings; Rating: Minor angst at the end; General

Premise: Ethan and MC are living in a honeymoon bliss and going about their normal routine. Then something happens that rocks Ethan to his core and threatens to change his life.

Author’s Note: New series comin' at ya! This is my first time writing fluff, so please excuse me if it's cringey 😅 Thank you to @choiceskatie for pre-reading!! I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading 💖

~ Monday, 7:00am ~

“Good morning, handsome.”

Serena walks up to an omelette-making Ethan, wraps her arms around his waist, and places a gentle kiss on his shoulder blade.

Ethan places one hand over hers, a smile spreading across his face, while the other wields a spatula.

He plates the omelette, turns the stove off, and turns in Serena’s arms to face her. He tightly envelops her, placing a sweet kiss on her lips.

“Good morning, indeed,” he smiles.

“Mmm, that’s my line,” she says, her hands moving leisurely up his bare chest, and her eyes trailing hungrily over his gym-honed physique.

Ethan lets out a hearty chuckle, turning slightly to grab their breakfast.

“As much as I’d love to take you back to bed," he gives her a quick peck, "you have a big day ahead of you, so,” he hands her a plate, “actual protein.”

“Buzzkill,” Serena pouts as she takes the ham, cheese, and veggie omelette from him. Ethan shakes his head in amusement and places one hand on her lower back to guide her towards the dining room table.

“For now, but in 10 hours…” he raises an eyebrow and smirks at her.

“10 hours and not a minute more,” she responds, sitting down, and giving him a stern look.

He laughs again. Something he’s been doing a lot more of since she came into his life. “Yes, baby.”

That seems to please Serena as she smiles and does a little wiggle in her chair, cutting into her omelette.

His apartment overlooks the glittering Charles River and the towering Boston skyline — a view people would kill for. But he’s not paying attention. His eyes are trained on the woman next to him. His t-shirt falls to her mid-thighs, her midnight hair tied at the nape of her neck, and the dainty gold necklace she never takes off is brilliant in the early morning glow. Serena shifts slightly and the faint smell of sunscreen wafts towards him.

“SPF on the face is important!” He grins at the memory.

She spends most of her time at Ethan's place nowadays. It's more private, compared to her shared apartment, and there's more space for them to sprawl out and be a couple. They cook dinner together, with Ethan learning to make her favorite dishes and incessantly asking her to taste test to ensure he gets the flavor right. They've made loading the dishwasher and walking Jenner into a two person job. He's even caught her stashing away some of his clothes in her overnight bag before: "I'm borrowing them!"

On the off nights when she insists on staying at her place to catch up on laundry or spend time with her friends, Ethan goes home to a dark and unwelcoming apartment. There is no source of laughter, light, or warmth. He never noticed it before, but now, Serena is his source of all of that, and more. Home is wherever she is.

How did I get so lucky?

“Why aren’t you eating?” Her head is tilted to the side and her brows are slightly furrowed.

Her question brings him out of his trance. He stares at her for a beat, his azure eyes filled with adoration. “Just admiring the view.”

Serena rolls her eyes and goes to playfully smack his arm, but he catches it. Interlaces their fingers and brings it to his lips. Her eyes soften as they gaze at each other.

“I could get used to mornings like this, you know," he rumbles.

"Yeah?"

He nods his head. "Yeah. I love spending them with you."

"The feeling is mutual, Dr. Ramsey." She leans in, stopping a hair's breadth away from his lips. "But I gotta get ready for my big day now," she says with a glint in her eye.

Ethan tries, and fails, to catch her lips with his own as she leans away and gets up from the table. "You're such a tease."

"Am I? Or are you just getting slow in your old age?" She playfully retorts.

Ethan stands abruptly from the table, chasing after her. Serena squeals in surprise and takes off towards the ensuite.

~ 7:40am ~

Ethan is leaning against the doorframe, arms and feet crossed, admiring Serena as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup.

"How many times are you going to stare at me today?" Serena questions.

He pushes off the doorframe and walks over to her. "As many times as you'll allow Rookie."

He hugs her waist. "Are you ready for today?"

Serena sighs and leans back into him. "I'm a little nervous. If testing doesn't go well today, we'll have to start from scratch. All our work, gone."

For the past few months, Serena has been consulting on a classified research project headed by scientists and engineers at Harvard University. The team was incredibly impressed with her capabilities, shown in saving Dr. Banerji's life and being the 2nd youngest member of the renowned Edenbrook Diagnostics Team, and liked that she provided a younger perspective. They brought her on and Ethan makes the 15 minute detour to drop her off three times a week.

"You all are ready. It will go great."

She locks eyes with him in the mirror. "Thank you, E."

~ 8:15am ~

Ethan puts the car in park, turns on his hazards, and turns to look at her.

"I can't wait to hear all about how today was an absolute success. You don't need it, but good luck." He squeezes her hand.

She nods. "Only 8 hours and 45 minutes left."

"And not a minute more," he smiles at her before leaning in to kiss her.

Ethan pulls away first, not wanting her to be late, but Serena continues to go back in for more soft kisses. After the sixth one, she finally pulls away smiling. She opens the car door, swings her legs out, and walks through the secured entrance.

~ 11:00am ~

The Diagnostics Team currently has no patients, so Ethan's morning is mundane, filled with meetings and endless paperwork. He itches to call Serena to break up the monotony, but knows she won't have her phone on her until lunch: no cell phones allowed in the lab. He settles on sending her a quick text — it'll be waiting for her. He pulls up their messaging thread, sends the text, and his eyes wander upward to see the remnants of their last conversation.

She had gotten, and dressed, Jenner in a new bow tie. She then blew up Ethan's phone with photos of Jenner, photos of her and Jenner, and even a few where she was wearing one of Ethan's bow ties to match.

"Look, we're twins!!"

Ethan re-scrolls through all of the photos and can't help the smile that lights up his face at how excited she gets about a small accessory for his dog. God, I love her.

There it is again, Ethan thinks. The 3 words and 8 letters that he never thought he'd feel, let alone want to voice. This feeling has become overwhelming in the past few weeks. He's reminded of it whenever he inhales the lingering scent of her perfume in the office, when he finds one of her forgotten face products at his place, the small moments they share when she sneaks away to visit him, "just because." It consumes him and makes his heart swell.

But he knows she's been extremely stressed with project duties, on top of handling the Diagnostics Team and regular patients. It just doesn't seem right to blurt it out when she's juggling so many things. But if all goes well, her portion of the project ends on Thursday and she'll be back to her normal workload. That's why he's been secretly making romantic plans for this weekend, not only to celebrate her success, but to also finally tell her how he feels. He wants the first time he utters those words to her to be special. Magical. Extraordinary. Just like her.

Just then, his pager beeps and he's pulled out of his second Serena trance of the day. He sets his phone down on the table, pulls out his pager, and is met with a message from Dr. Delarosa, asking for a consult. Just as he exits through the door, his phone lights up with a photo of Serena and her incoming call.

~ 2:15pm ~

The consultation with Ines turned into admitting the patient under the Diagnostics Team and the rest of the afternoon was spent running through possible diagnoses. Before he knew it, it had been over 3 hours and Ethan hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning. He can't help but think how much easier this case would be with Serena here and her perspective. Not only does her presence help keep him calm, but she always comes up with suggestions that would inevitably lead to the correct diagnosis. He throws his glasses on the table and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration.

He begins to stand, wanting to make his way to his desk, intending to call Serena on the off chance she picks up. However, before he's even able to reach his full height, Dr. Banerji walks in.

"My boy, are you busy?"

"No. Am I needed somewhere?"

Naveen looks at him for a beat too long, causing Ethan's confusion to spike. Naveen walks to the center table and switches on the TV. There, panning around the screen is an aerial view of the Harvard University lab complex, surrounded by police cars and SWAT members, as well as multiple aircraft. In bold letters, scrolling endlessly across the bottom of the screen is: Possible attack at Harvard University labs. On lockdown.

Ethan gawks at the screen with wide eyes and his pulse immediately picks up.

"Isn't Serena at Harvard labs today?"

~~~~~~

Disclaimer: I know Ethan starts his day and gets to the hospital at an ungodly hour, but let's ignore that bc I am my MC is not a morning person 😅

[poodlejoonas]

Inspired by my BC Fan Week dad!Joonas short: the rest of the guys as uncles

@the-killer-queenie​ just sent me a darling DM with her own ideas of it and now I want to add more: the other members as uncles (and Joonas as a dad). And if you’re cool with it, I included your original DM that inspired it at the end.

Also, perfect timing because there was a discussion of BC dad/uncle headcanons in the Violent Pop server while I was cleaning, so this one’s also for you guys 🥂

Under the read-more for length:

Joonas:

His first reaction when he found out he was going to be a dad was pure fear. He doubted that he would ever be a good one and that he would end up ruining his daughter’s life. While the anxieties lingered (and still do, even with her here), he learned to grow into the idea. He became super protective of his girlfriend, calling every chance he got while he was either in the Netherlands or on tour to make sure that she was comfortable. She got annoyed super fast by how fussy he was, but she understood that he was excited and anxious and only wanted the best for them. He was the one to suggest the name Sohvi and started calling her by it long before she was even born.

Despite finding out about the pregnancy in April, they waited until almost the end of June to make the news public. It was a big all-in-one announcement: a small gender reveal at home with a cake and a letterboard with her birthday and initials (name was kept secret until she arrived). This all conveniently happened before the tour so the crowd went into the show knowing about her. As much as he would have loved to invite his girlfriend to more summer tour shows, he wanted to make sure she wasn’t overexposed to the heat and stress of being in a large crowd. When she does come to one of the shows in Helsinki, he sets her up with an air conditioned room backstage. Every time they were sitting next to each other, he would instinctively hold her belly. Whenever he was at home, he would sing to them so Sohvi could hear his voice. Eventually, she would kick when he started singing, almost like she knew he was there.

Joonas would be a fantastic girl dad! The night before every tour, he lets her paint his nails any color she wants, and he refuses to take it off no matter how messy it is or how chipped it gets. It becomes like a tradition for them, mostly so she can get used to the idea of him being gone for long periods of time. When she can come to local shows, she does the make-up for him and the rest of the guys (the ones who wear it, at least). They play an acoustic version of one of their songs (something like My Heart is a Hurricane) for whenever she can join them on stage; it’s a small break for the ones who aren’t playing and a chance for her to see them perform without noise-cancelling headphones.

He takes super adorable pictures of and with her, and whenever he posts something of her and her mom together, he calls them “his girls.” He would also certainly have her name and her birthday (November 15) in Roman numerals tattooed over his heart. Every year around Christmas time, they take a family weekend vacation to Rovaniemi to visit Santa’s village. In all, he would surprise a lot of people - and himself - by fitting into the role so well and so quickly. He’s not a perfect dad, but he tries his best.

The “responsible” uncles:

Tommi:

Tommi would almost certainly be her favorite uncle. He’s just such a massive teddy bear in general that she loves whenever she can get a hug from him. When they go out as a group, especially to festivals, he carries her around on his shoulders so she can feel tall and see the other bands perform better. I get vibes from him that he’s the best cook out of the group, so whenever he’s on babysitting duty, he makes her the best meals. He likes to wrestle and playfully rough house with her to make her laugh. It’s not uncommon for her to fall asleep while he’s holding her because he’s that comfy to rest on. After the Bass Incident, he became the top candidate for being her godfather.

Olli:

You know, until last week, I thought that Olli would be the best choice for being her godfather, but after the lost bass fiasco I don’t think he can be trusted with a child lol. But he’s still one of the responsible uncles regardless! When she’s super young, sometimes she gets him and her dad confused with each other because their hair and instruments look so similar (see also: this vine). He’s the one who likes to take her out to the park and then get ice cream with her afterwards. He also has zero shame about letting her put a tiara on him and invite him to her tea party, and he plays along with it too. When he’s on babysitting duty, he reads her stories and sometimes narrates them with different voices.

Aleksi:

He’s the chill responsible uncle. He works so often that he rarely ever gets time to hang out with her outside of the studio like the others do, but they spend the most time together while he works. He holds her while he works at his laptop and lets her watch the cool colors and coding scroll across the screen. He’s the first one to volunteer to hold her if Joonas has to go in the other room to record his parts, and typically the first one to volunteer to take care of her last-minute. When she gets a little older, between song editing sessions, he’ll open a fresh file and let her “record” her own songs. Of course, they almost never leave his laptop, but it’s the thought that counts.

The “irresponsible” uncles:

Niko:

Okay, so Niko is one of the “irresponsible” ones but almost certainly a little better than Joel at the job. What puts him in this category is that he swears like a sailor even when she’s in the room because he forgets that kids are sponges and absorb everything they see and hear. He also has no problem throwing some chicken nuggets in the oven and calling it a day, so he needs to be reminded that she has to eat more than that. But he’s still a loving uncle, he just needs someone to help him babysit lol. He lets her play with his hair when they’re hanging out together, and when she gets older, he teaches her how to play the piano. She loves when he sings to her and she’ll request certain songs from him. He’s also the uncle who encourages her to just talk and talk (building up her communication skills) by pretending that they’re gossiping together (“oh really? what did he do next? tell me more!”)

This post is totally Niko, by the way:

Joel:

Joel... love this boy, but he’s without a doubt the least responsible of the uncles. It’s mostly because he can spend maybe an hour and a half maximum with her before he hits a wall of exhaustion and is ready to send her back to her parents. When he’s with others who can help him take care of her, he can hang out with her a little bit longer. He also has no idea how to actually hang out with a child in a kid-friend context. Admittedly, he was the least excited to find out that she was coming because he thought that meant Joonas was going to leave the band. He needed tons of confirmation before he warmed up to the idea of becoming an uncle. But that doesn’t make him a totally bad uncle. He treats her like a member of his own family as well and he’s great at making her laugh. He’s also the first to jump to her or Joonas’ defense on Instagram if tabloids (or someone like That Bitch Archie Cruz) make defamatory comments about them.

The original HC:

[imthethot]

Pancakes?

✧ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

✧ Genre: The fluffiest of fluff

✧ Words: 1,307

✧ Summary: “You slept with my roommate who is notorious for one night stands, and now I’m meant to tell you that the reason you woke up alone is because she had to get to an early class. I should then proceed to get your phone number and tell you that she’ll call in a few days before binning it as soon as you leave, but I never do that so hi, sorry my roommates a jackass. Pancakes?”

✧ A/N: Lmao so like 4 years ago I posted this fic on a blog that doesn’t exist anymore, and I found it hidden in some old files on my laptop yesterday, so here’s a rewrite bc 16 year old me had no business trying to call herself a good writer

If your roommate was designating you as her ‘one-night stand wrangler’, she should at least have the decency to wait until eight thirty to wake you up.

Instead, you’re searching for wherever your phone found home in your sheets last night while answering the quiet two knocks at your bedroom door with a quick, “Yeah, what’s up?”

Your roommate peeks her head in and whispers, “Hey, so, I went out last night and brought a guy home, but I don’t want to-”

Grasping your phone from its hiding place (how did it even get that far under your side pillows?), you squint at the too bright screen and read the time. 7:15.

“Yeah, yeah. I know the drill,” you cut her off.

Glancing at her, you can see the relief on her face. She mutters a thank you before closing your door. The sound of your apartment door shutting follows very quickly after.

You heave a sigh, planting your face in your pillow before letting out a slow groan. You don’t even know why your roommate bothers asking anymore when the routine is like clockwork at this point. Regardless, you throw your covers off your body and get out of bed. You do a quick mirror glance to make sure you’re decent before leaving your room to head to the kitchen.

The clock above the stove tells you it’s 7:20 now, which most likely leaves you with a little over an hour before your roommate’s boy toy from last night emerges. It’s safe to say when he wakes, he’ll have one hell of a hangover, so you start a pot of coffee and grab two aspirin from your medicine cabinet.

Onto food now, you spare a glance in your pantry to spot a box of pancake mix. Almost at the same time, your stomach growls and it seems like your decision is made. Pancakes it is.

You quickly whip up the batter and start pouring it on a hot skillet when the coffee machine beeps to signal it’s finished. Grabbing a mug and filling it, you place the coffee and two aspirins on the counter in front of the stove. Not even a minute later, you hear your roommate’s door open and heavy steps coming towards the kitchen. You grant yourself a little smile while flipping the pancakes – your timing really is impeccable.

The boy from last night turns the corner into the kitchen, and suddenly this morning is different from the so many mornings previous. You actually know this guy. Well… sort of. You have a couple of classes together, but you’ve never spoken to him. Taking in the disheveled boy’s tousled hair and downturned lips, you have to hand it to your roommate – at least she has good taste in men. Your eyes meet his, and you give him a smile.

“Good morning! You probably had quite a bit to drink last night, so the coffee and aspirin are for you.”

The boys gives you a look before speaking.

“Thank you, but sorry I don’t remember you? I could have sworn you were someone else last night. Guess I did have a bit too much last night,” he laughs lightly.

You allow yourself a little laugh too before answering, “No you’re right. You came back with my roommate, not me. She’s a bit notorious for one-night stands, so now I’m supposed to tell you that she left because she has an early class. Then I’m supposed to get your phone number and promise you she’ll call in a few days before binning it as soon as you leave, but I never do that so hey, sorry my roommate’s a jackass. Pancakes?”

The boy – you really should know his name – looks a little bewildered, but you don’t pay it any mind. His reaction is about what you usually get, so you simply flip two pancakes onto a plate before sliding it, a fork, and a syrup bottle in front of him.

He mumbles his thanks again before taking a seat at the counter and begins eating. You give him another smile before starting two more pancakes on the stove. The boy is eating silently while you cook, but you can feel his gaze steadily on your face.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” You glance up at his question and see his eyes still trained on you, eyebrows scrunched.

You can’t help the slight quirk of your lips. “Kind of. We have a couple of classes together – general calculus and statistics, I think. I’m usually second row towards the middle.” You offer your name, and the confusion clears a bit from his face.

“Jungkook,” he supplied back.

“Well, Jungkook, it’s nice to finally meet you. Sorry you’re probably fighting a raging headache during it,” you offer with a little laugh.

Your smile widens when you hear his laugh following yours.

“So, this happens a lot?” Jungkook asks.

You answer with a shrug. “More or less, yeah. Sometimes it’s an easy week and she only does it twice. Sometimes I’m up making a random guy breakfast more days than I’m in class.” Jungkook’s eyebrows shoot up a little at that. “Don’t take her leaving personally or anything, she never calls anyone back.”

“And you don’t mind at all? Having to clean up what she brings home?”

You shrug again, flipping the last of the pancakes onto a plate before starting to eat, yourself.

“I mean, it’s not my favorite thing, but it’s not the worst thing. I don’t really mind doing it. I’d rather make them breakfast and tell them what’s up than just tell them to get out and have them wait for a call that’s never going to come. That’s just kind of a shitty thing to do, don’t you think?”

Jungkook is still watching you, but something in his eyes seems to shift. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he just shakes his head.

“Okay then, well I actually do have an early class to get to, and seeing as that my class is at 9, and it is,” you check the time on your phone, “8:30, I should probably get ready to leave. You can stay a little bit longer if you need, but just lock the door on the way out. Oh, and don’t try to steal anything. I’ll know it was you, and we have class, so I know where to find you.”

~

Your classes seem to drag on through the day, but before you know it, you’re turning your key in the door and entering your apartment again. You can hear the tv in the living room going so you know your roommate is home. You shout a greeting to her before shutting the door behind you.

“Hey!” Your roommate returns politely. “Was the guy from this morning pushy or something? You forgot to trash his number.”

You pause in your walking and scrunch your eyebrows. How is Jungkook’s number here? You never asked for it in the first place.

“What? I thought I threw it away before I left?” You call back out to your roommate, feet resuming their path to the kitchen.

“Nope, look on the counter.”

Turning the corner, you see that your roommate’s right. Sitting nicely on the counter right where he ate breakfast, there’s little sticky note with a number on it, signed at the bottom with a “JK”.

Your eyebrows pull together once again. You definitely told Jungkook your roommate wasn’t going to call, so the poor guy was really setting himself up to be upset. You sigh before snagging the note off the countertop, fully intent on throwing it away for real.

Well, that was the plan before your eyes caught a little extra note on the back of the sticky.

‘Thanks for the pancakes. You’re really cute. Call me sometime?’

[shhhlikeme]

I saw that you're a new haikyuu writer and I just wanted to say hi! (Also can I have Yamaguchi fluff where the Karasuno team doesn't know that he has a gf?)

Yamaguchi w. A Girlfriend He Wants To Keep Secret (Fluff)

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A/N: Hiiiiiiii! How are you! Thank you for being MY FIRST REQUEST 😭💚 Of course I can !!! Tadashi is in my Top 2 and he ain’t number 2.

Here goes:

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it was about bloody time

Yams has had a crush on you ever since last year

You two met during his pinch serve training with Makoto behind the store he works at

When Makoto would be teaching.... you would walk home that same way and stop by to get a treat for your dog every night. So naturally, you started noticing a rather cute, tall, and nervous looking boy there with him

Even though Makoto knew you very well he never thought to introduce you two because he figured Yamaguchi was not the type of boy that dealt well with pretty girls....

But..... after you walked by for the 7th night in a row and Yams didn’t hear Makoto repeat himself for the 12th time because he was too busy staring at you....he thinks of something

Ever the helpful love volleyball coach.... Makoto makes a bet with Tadashi that if he executes 15 perfect jump float serves he will introduce you two and put in a very good word for him wink wink

Yams’ eyes light up because he will take all the help he can get when it comes to ladies... especially insanely hot ones like you

Even though Yams is veryyyyy apprehensive about talking to you..... he remembers that you are literally his DREAM girl.... so he can’t resist but execute TWENTY perfect serves in a row he shy but he talented

Makoto introduces the two of you and Tadashi finally said hello the way he’d been practicing it in the mirror since the day you met good boy

And you fell girl

I mean: the freckles???? The blush??? The politeness ????? The way he was a cute jock but totally flustered by a girl ?! Um wut? You volunteer as tribute

So with Makoto’s “amazing” way of hyping up Yams.... you two become fast friends even though you go to different schools

Ok so yams didn’t just have a crush on you....

His crush had babies and they were about to graduate college ok? He was head over heels bruh....

but Yams is way too shy to ever confess shocker

You, on the other hand, got tired of waiting for this baby and just asked Makoto one day if he thought you had a shot ...

Makoto karate-chopped you on top of the head for asking such a stupid question

“And they say teenage boys are dumb?”

“OW!!!! You just lost your best customer, jerk. No wonder you’re still single at forty fi–“

He lifted his arm up again so you ran out of the shop.

 The next day you confess to Yams

“Do you ummm... like me back? Maybe?” You stare at him with those eyes that make him melt.

yeah sorry no answer

Just a trademark shocked baby Yams stare

The next day when he wakes up and realizes it wasn’t a dream he calls you and screams “YESSSSSSS” in the phone

Jeez. Chill, sir. But you love it

Yams couldn’t help but call his best friend Tsukki who was very proud. Tadashi made him promise not to tell anyone for reasons unknown. Tsukki has a great poker face anyway so he complied

You and Yams have been dating for about 2 months now until the team starts getting suspicious

Yams is happy happy. Elated, actually.

The kid always looks like he just got laid when he didn’t...... THAT’S a true sign of relationship goals

Daichi and Suga notice him smiling at his phone whenever he got a text from someone. you obvs

 At lunch, Hinata and Kageyama noticed that he started bringing two lunches.... because cooking was one thing he was confident in and he wanted to impress you by dropping it off at your house everyday

On a team run Tanaka thought it was odd that Tadashi stopped to ask this dog owner what the best gift would be for the cute pup (he wanted to surprise your dog with something because he knows how happy that would make you)

More than anything.... they noticed how much he improved in such a short period of time!!!!!!

 It’s because you made Yams a bet that if he keeps killing it in Makoto’s vball sessions he will get a kiss

The guys straight up asked Yamaguchi in the locker room if he had a girlfriend and he sputtered as if the question was absurd.

“What—-uh—-who? Me-g-girlfriend??? Of c-course not!!!!”

Nishinoya rolled his eyes and told him there’s no need to lie.

Tadashi stuck to his story and became even better at hiding yours and his relationship.

One day when you two were on a picnic date with the incredible food he made, you told him that you want to meet his friends, and you want him to meet yours. You know—baby steps. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Yamaguchi suddenly paled and changed the subject. He became very quiet for the remainder of the date

Before packing up you found the guts to ask him. “Babe? Is there a reason you are trying to hide us?” bc if there was someone else you that would destroy you. Hurt, you took his hand in yours.

Yams couldn’t meet your eyes. He stared at the ground for a good 5 minutes before he took a deep breath and lifted his head up. His eyes were still shut tight as he exclaimed “I-I will introduce you to them one day... Y/N. But-but can that day not be today? Or anytime soon? I just don’t want my d-dream of being with you to be over just yet.” 

He was practically pleading.

You began to say something but he wasn’t finished so you just listened

“My friends are all the guys on the team and well...the guys on my team......all the girls like them..... even the ones who are mean to them like Tsukki or Kageyama. None of them notice me. Which I never minded too much. Until I met you and oh boy...... NOW I mind. I don’t want you to meet them because I-I-I know you will like one of my teammates better than me just like every other girl...... Which I can’t blame you for. My teammates will pretend they don’t find you attractive for my sake but let’s face it you’re a knockout—they’ll pity me and I’ll be the loser on the team that’s the heartbroken benchwarmer. I........ Selfishly, I don’t want you to meet them yet. I don’t want this to end yet. Not-Not that I would stop you if you did like any of them better!!!!!! They’re pretty cool and I want you to be happy. I just.... do you mind if I extend this temporary fantasy of being your boyfriend for a bit longer? I love you, Y/N. All I’m asking for is a little bit longer to show you just how much... to shower you with gifts that I won’t be able to give you once you leave... I wish to stretch this a bit longer before you snap out of whatever reverie Makoto put you under in the first place.”

 Yams’ eyes are still shut as he says all of this so he doesn’t see the tears streaming down your face. You love this boy with all of your heart!!!!

Scaring him, you knock him over by the force of your hug as you jump into his arms.

Yams opens his eyes while laying splat on the grass and sees that you’re crying. He freaks out and starts apologizing profusely and wiping your tears.

Ignoring him, you give him a deep kiss and explain to him that not only have you already seen the team, but that he is the BEST boy on the team and in the WORLD. Not to mention that annoying karate chopping Makoto was awful at hyping him up because he’s shit with girls too but that you wanted Tadashi anyway. You tell him with conviction that he is the most attractive boy you’ve ever seen in your life. You tell him that he is out of YOUR league and that no one could EVER convince you to leave him.

Yams sees the sincerity in your eyes and his chest clenches. He can’t believe it.

“You’re asking for just a little bit longer of me being yours, Tadashi?”

He nods.

You pretend to ponder it before pinching his cheek and bringing him close. “Hmmmm..... How does ‘forever’ sound to you?”

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WOW that was so fun to write!

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Overwhelmed - Spencer

all right frens and ferns! i bring to you student!reader x spencer. i tried to make it happy and fluffy so yeah! that’s all. 

warnings: none bc fluff

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“This is hopeless.” You groaned, closing your laptop. 

You had been watching a lecture for the past 2 hours for one of your classes and nothing made sense. Online learning was so much more difficult than in class for you. You needed in-person attention and sitting around your house, trying to focus, just wasn’t cutting it for you. 

It would be different if there were coffee shops open where you could sit and be around other people or if there were places on the campus grounds where you could study and learn but everything was closed, and rightfully so. You were glad that businesses were taking precautions but it was hard on you and other students who weren’t used to the online learning system. 

Taking out your phone, you texted Spencer that you were taking a break from studying. Your boyfriend was always busy on cases so he didn’t always get to respond during the day so you didn’t expect anything from him any time soon as you went to wash the dishes in the sink. As soon as you were done 15 minutes later, you got a ding on your phone. 

Megamind: My love, don’t forget that you can always study at my place if things become too much for you.

Shaking your head at his use of an emoji that didn't match his tone in the text. You thought about him and his uppity, proper texting skills that were extremely slow but cute because he only did it to keep in contact with you. He wasn’t heavy on texting until you got him really into it since you couldn’t call him when you had classes on campus and he couldn’t call you in the middle of a case. The only thing he could do was shoot a quick text every now and then but that was more than fine with you. As long as you knew he was safe, you were okay. 

Packing your backpack, you decided it was a good idea. You knew he was probably busy so you texted him “Thanks :)” before hitting the road across town to get to Spencer’s apartment. Driving was a cathartic experience without all of the usual traffic. It gave you time to think about how much you hated having to take these classes. 

Unlocking the door and pushing it open, you noticed something eerily strange about the apartment. There was a mess all over the floor, books were in disarray, and there was a weird smell. You immediately tiptoed to the kitchen to grab the biggest knife you could find. Spencer didn’t cook often so the knives weren’t even that large. You grabbed a steak knife and figured that would suffice.

“If there’s anyone here, I have a weapon and I'm not afraid to use it.” You said. 

You heard some shuffling under a pile of pillows near the couch. 

“Last time. I will fuck your shit up.” You said, wondering what kind of burglar hides under blankets and pillows. 

Suddenly, your boyfriend popped up from the pile of blankets and pillows. Letting out a scream of shock, your heart genuinely raced as you dropped the knife and bent over on your knees while Spencer beamed. 

“Surprise!” Spencer half yelled. 

“Spencer! You ass!” You said, emphasis on the ass. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” He said, still smiling. 

“You did exactly that.” You finally caught your breath and Spencer walked over everything to hug you. 

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I was just really excited about my plan.” He said, rubbing your back.

You wrapped your arms around his torso and squeezed. He was so warm and soft. 

“I thought you had a case.” You said, pulling away. 

“I said that so I could figure out how to make the day special for you. I know you’ve been struggling with the online classes transition.” Spencer said. 

You looked at him with such admiration in your heart. He’s such a sweetheart and cares so much about you, enough to not talk to you just to think of a way to relieve your stress. 

“Okay so what’s this?” You asked about the pile of things. 

“We’re going to build a pillow fort!” He said, gesturing to the pile.

“And that smell?” You asked. 

“I burned the first batch of your favorite cookies I tried to bake. I forgot they were in there because I was contemplating the logistics of an optimal pillow fort and got a little carried away with my schematics.” Spencer looked slightly embarrassed. 

“Spencer, my grandmother’s cookies are my favorite cookies. How would you possibly know how to make them?” You said, furrowing your eyebrows. 

“I called your grandmother…” He said, a sheepish smile coming across his face. 

Sometimes, you couldn’t believe the lengths that Spencer went to just for you. You know that couldn’t possibly have been easy to make the call, even if it was easy for Garcia to hack a system and find the information. Spencer cared about you so much that you just wanted to feel this forever. You wanted to be his forever. But you weren’t sure if he was in that same place yet so you didn’t bring it up. 

Pulling him in for a kiss, you couldn’t help but smile coming out of it. He was perfect for you, exactly what you needed. 

“We should build the fort and then I can help you with your lessons.” He said, smiling at you. 

“Okay but how about this. We build the fort and then not do my work.” You said, groaning. 

“I think no cookies until you complete a lesson.” Spencer said, crossing his arms. 

“Spencer Reid, are you trying to punish me?” You cocked your head to the side trying to examine him like he did to you all the time. 

“It’s not trying if I make it happen.” Spencer said, smiling. “I will eat all of them.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” You said, completely shocked that he was so committed to this. 

“I would. So it’s up to you. Build the fort and study or don’t study and no cookies.” He said, walking towards the pile. 

“Fine you jerk. We can study so you can show me how much smarter you are than me.” You said, rolling your eyes. 

“It’s not that I’m smarter, it’s just that I have a better understanding of the material. Here, I’ll teach you tricks to remembering certain things. Mind mapping exercises.” Spencer said, picking up the blanket and laying it across the chairs. 

“So smarter.” You said, picking up a pillow and whacking him on the arm with it. 

“Not smarter. Better understanding.” He said, picking up a pillow and whacking you back. 

“Oh it’s on.” You said, going at it in a full on pillow fight. 

Running around the apartment, Spencer tried to dodge your attacks. He managed to dodge most of them but there was one instance when you tripped over a fallen pillow, causing you to basically tackle him onto the couch. 

“So we meet again.” He said, under you. 

“I feel like we’ve been here before.” You said, smirking. 

“I feel like I’d love to go there again with you some time.” His hands found your waist, toying with your waistband. 

“So I see. Well we have homework to do.” You said, sighing. 

“Not before one thing.” Spencer said, watching your lips. 

“What’s that?” You said, already knowing what he was about to do. 

Once again, another kiss that made you melt into putty in his hands with your hands in his hair. There was something about him that was better than life itself. And you were all in for him.

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I already wrote this post, but I’m coming backk up to the top to put a cut bc it’s p long.

my brother is singing falsettos out loud & I’ve already had a stressful day bc I’ve done nothing (lack of structure & lack of productivity gives me really bad anxiety) & he’s either singing out of key & out of time, or it just sounds really bad without the music. He’s the only one who can hear the music bc HeadPhones. & also the falsettos is probably really bad for my mom bc she’s mad that dad left her, esp bc the house is a mess & stressing her out & she needs to go grocery shopping & he used to do that “but now he doesn’t because he stopped loving [her]”, so my bro singing fucking falsettos is really bad. I can’t cook supper bc I don’t have a recipe & the stuff is still frozen & idk what kind of dough I should make & besides the kitchen is a mess & he won’t fucking clean it. I mean it’s also partially my fault bc I’m a lazy adhd mofo, but it’s his job today & my job to cook. I need to get into the kitchen & cook before mom & my OTHER brother get home from shopping but I can’t bc he’s just drawing & singing & the singing is so annoying- I was trying to listen to a thing but I couldn’t fricking hear it bc adhd auditory processing disorders, it didn’t have fucking subtitles or anything & it was not great audio quality & I couldn’t differentiate between the words he was singing, & I couldn’t hear the quiet parts when they overlapped with his singing. I wasn’t going to write all of this I was just going to say that his singing makes me want to cut myself, but apparently there’s a lot more to it. also I don’t want to end up cooking while mom is home bc I don’t have any drawings on my arm & mom is fucking nosy & wants to see my scars so I have to work extra hard at hiding them but even with ppl who arent nosy, like my little bro I don’t like them out, but the longer my older bro sits there fucking yelling out of key, the longer I’m delayed & I won’t be able to cook. By this point, I won’t even be able to cook the meal I was planning on, I have so much shit to do I’ve missed so much & I’m so behind, but I’m so incapable of doing anything like i can’t do chores bc I use the excuse I have homework but I never fucking do my homework so I’m also behind in school & even with the stuff I like like dnd & writing & violin I can’t do, & I skipped online kung fu & I’ve been slacking off under so many excuses but I’m just being lazy & anxious & I also gained so much weight & it makes my body feel so bad & i know this isn’t my body’s happy weight & being fat makes my boobs bigger & I’m fucking trans & I hate them I even tried cutting them off myself & ended up waiting 15 hours to go to the hospital so that I wouldn’t make mom suspicious (& they put me through triage really fast bc apparently I did a lot of dammage- I was planning on giving myself stitches, but my icepack melted & I couldn’t numb my body anymore so they’re lucky I even went to the hospital, it was bad bc I had to walk 20 minutes either way weighted down with a fucking toolbox & I waited outside in the cold bc my phone died & thus:) mom found out anyways so I lied to her about going to buy drugs bc obv /that’s/ a better idea than telling her I went to the hospital & SHUT UP UNNAMED OLDER BROTHER ok he’s between songs now. If I told mom I went to the hospital she would ask why & be like “y didn’t u tell me” & “r u cutting urself again” & like yeah bitch I have been for a while ik the social worker said I should tell you a codeword, but I don’t do that bc u blame yourself or cry or want to talk about & I yes I fucking cut myself what of it? Yeah I tried fucking removing my own left breast, bc u arent’ supportive of medical transitioning, at least not when they’re ur kids. Ur mad at dad bc he got a tattoo bc it’s  body modification & thus uncatholic, but u’ll support ur catholic university friends gettin gtheir eldest daughter a reduction bc her boobs are big & painful- bitch what’s so different about me? I went so far as to try giving myself a reduction, you say you’re concerned about me mutilating my body & making bad decisions, but, you know what? because of this I have legitimately mutilated my body, & made a dangerous & bad decision. isn’t autosurgery proof that I need top surgery bc it’s a danger to my life if I don’t get it? The government is able to pay for it I think & bc it’s a danger to my health (& i get pain & I can’t work out & I get back pain & my skin pulls & hurts & if I jump my tissues yank my skin & it hurts & it puts so much strain on my back, & binding gives me pain, so I need a reduction as much as your catholic university friends’ daughter does) I should be abe to qualify. Even if I don’t qualify yet & have to wait two years, at least that would be the start of two years now instead of in a long time, I mean, mum, you say you want me to talk about it & you’re afraid I’m rushing into it? guess what? They are too! the healthcare system will make me do a bunch of shit to qualify, & tbh, I think that they are better qualified to talk to me about surgery & what I really want than you.  Fucking finally, I hope my brother is done his play & finally shuts up. TA MA DE FUCK NO HE’S STARTING AGAIN CROWS DAMN IT CROWS CROWS CROWS & MAGGOTS I”m not even gonna be able to make anythiung for supper & i have no ideas besides the long one which I don’t have time for anymore. fine. whatever. I’ll go SH in my room. I won’t even work on fanfic bc I’m too fucking adhd & broken. I fucking hate it when ppl say “we;re all a bit adhd” like no bitch shut the fuck up, we all struggle with the things adhd ppl struggle with sometimes, but adhd is a neurological condition that makes those struggles so commonplace & intense that it affects our everyday lives. & no. adhd does not mean we’re more creative. Even if we do have more likeliihood of coming up with funky ideas, most of us struggle to articulate them or understand them, or we forget them as soon as they come. you’re not adhd bc you’re a little more creative, youre just an ableist asshole & fuck you. adhd isn’t creativity its’ a fucking disability. I’m directing this at those fucking parents who have the lovely nd daughter who gave me a hug, but you two are motherfuckers. Yeah I get thaat adhd, once you learn how to mannage it, can be useful, & I understand that part of the reason this disability is so hard is bc society isn’t designed for it (like a lefty using right hand scissors), but ot’s still fuxking REAL & if you can’t deal with it yet, it 100% is a disanbility. OK? Ok. I had smth I was going to say earlier, but I got distracted by smth else that made me mad, so I never got around to it. Youo know what I love? I fucking love how tumblr has next to no character limit so I can just type as much as I want. You know what I don’t like? I’ll probably get deactivated by some SJW maggot-eaten crow-fucker who thinks that my rant& mentioning my failed ed & my self harm (oh fuck shut up, my brother is chanting “dumb”) so anyways some fucking sjw fuck-hole will report this post & my blog & I’ll be deactivated for simply getting angry on tumblr. It’s fucking tumblr! You used to be able to say whatever you needed to say! But now, esp us ppl w EDs, have no safe place to talk about our issues (at least, not w/o fear of gettin gterminated for “encouraging” EDs, when we’re just trying to help ourselves). Anywasy, sorry for all the swears & go se, I swear when I’m mad. I’m gonna go do smth, idk what. Can’t be anything productive, Can’t even be unproductive stuff I like, like watching youtubem, or smth cathartic like playing fiddle. I might just go & bleed a bit & ignore everything for a while. I nkow that the world will still be stressful when I get back, & I’ll still have to cook, & I’ll still be behind in school, & mom will still be broken-hearted over dad, but I’m feeling calmer just thinking about it so that’s what I’ll do.