#it’s just…… words

[koushuwu]

pancakes | miyuki kazuya x reader

1k words | cw/tags: food, cooking, banter, swearing, smooches, kazuya is a good cook, kinda cute?, fluff, might be ooc, no editing we die like neji.

“do you know how to make pancakes?” kazuya seized you up behind his the glasses.

you’d stayed at his overnight; planning on setting off home the following day. but daybreak brought with it a heavy downpour kept you from venturing out, at kazuya’s demand. as if he actually needed to demand it, for you to stay and cuddle up with him on the couch. as the rain hammered on the windows, obscuring the view of the outside world, the desire for something sweet had risen in you. and that; that was where the pancakes came in. that’s how the two of you ended up in the kitchen together. kazuya had been peering into the cabinet, debating his choice of pan when he spoke. now his deep eyes searched your face with what looked to be challenging shining back at you.

“of course i know how to make pancakes!” your voice came steadfast. confident, as you crossed your arms and looked back at him, hip leaning against the counter. how dared he. of course you could make pancakes.

“okay, okay,” he said, voice thickened by retained laughter. then he did huff a little chuckle, shaking his head and turning back towards his, in your opinion, ridiculously large selection of pans. “would you find the ingredients, then?” you nodded, realizing he wouldn’t actually be able to see it.

“sure.”

shoving off the counter, you spun for the fridge. placing a jug of milk on the counter, you closed the fridge and started rummaging around his drawers in search. you looked. and looked. and looked.

“miyuki?” you looked up from the third drawer, watching your boyfriend pick out a bowl from another cabinet.

“yea?” he didn’t look back at you as he got up from a crouch in front of the cabinet.

“where do you even keep the pancake mix?” you sighed in exasperation. and that was what got his attention. like really caught his attention. his head whipped towards you, eyes narrowed slightly in what looked like utter confusion.

“the—“ he stopped, eyes closing entirely and he pinched the bridge of his nose. then he took a breath and looked at you again, and with the most overbearing voice you’d ever heard in your entire life, “we’re not using pancake mix.”

“what?”

“no,” kazuya said, cutting you off before you could say anything else. face stiff, he set the bowl on the counter, sighed and moved up to you. then he stepped around you. “move over. i’m make the batter.” pouting, you step out of his way. for a moment you wondered how you fell for someone so insufferable. because he was insufferable. but unfortunately, that may very well also be one of

the reasons why you actually did love him so much. outrageous. yeah, yeah. you liked him alright. you shook your head at his back, instead, stepping over to fish out the utensils from the utensils.

“okay, fine,” you said, spatula in hand. “i’ll flip th—“

“oh no you’re not!” he cut you off, before you could even finish talking. he didn’t even look at you either as he grabbed the eggs from the fridge.

“why not?” you asked, feigning utter offense at his words. your pout grew as you let the spatula hang from your hand, down your side. he couldn’t actually be serious, right? he lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow at you, as he placed the eggs on the counter as well.

“because,” he said, snatching the spatula from your grasp. of course he was serious. “i don’t trust you in the kitchen.”

“rude!” he laughed. of course he laughed. shitface. you shitface. (un)fortunately. you crossed your arms once again, looking him dead in the face in defiance. he didn’t budge. of course he didn’t budge. shitface.

“if you can’t even make pancake batter, you haven’t earned the right to flip them either,” he simply said.

“then what am i supposed to do?” thinking back, you wondered how you’d ever thought cooking anything with kazuya would be a cute couples thing. of course he just had to be him about it. he was so annoying.

“you just stand there, and look pretty,”

he said, quickly moving in to place a peck on the tip of your nose. okay, so maybe he wasn’t just annoying. he was straight up insufferable.

“rude,” you repeated, turning your head away from him, back bumping against the wall. you hadn’t even noticed yourself taking the little step back it took to reach it.

“but you are pretty.” kazuya said, stepping just a little closer, yet you still refused to look at him, fighting the twitch and pull at the corner of your mouth. you wanted to smile. but you didn’t want to. because he may be insufferable but he was also annoyingly cute. “i love you?” he offered. it was soft and simple and you knew he meant it, however casual the words may seem.

“bite me,” you huffed. and maybe that was the wrong thing to say. maybe it was just the right thing to say. because in the next now, kazuya’s hands cupped your face, turning you towards him. there was a tenderness in his eyes, rivaled by the challenge and the thrill of this playful back and forth the two of you had. the thrill of simply what the two of you had together. at the two of you. then he leaned in and sealed your lips with his. it was soft. it was quick. it was sweet and it was chaste. it was all of these things, but it was also something uniquely kazuya. pulling away, he nipped at your lower lip. there was a smirk on his face when your eyes fluttered open and you looked at him again. you knew what he was doing. and it wasn’t going to work! you puffed your cheeks.

“i can make pancakes,” you said, sounding like nothing more than an upset child. maybe it was working, because he laughed, and this time, you couldn’t keep the smile for forming. damn it.

“sure you can.”

[whimsifae]

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

[yellow-g0ache]

If I had a tail I'd wrap it around yours when we sit together. If u even care

[bluismie]

This is my love letter to the most beautiful ship I witnessed this year. Cheers to us Jayvik nation 💫

[some-pers0n]

Hey you ever think about The Characters so much to the point where

[kochei0]

I turn to Ares.

Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK

⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

The worst trauma comes from those who you love

[runawaymarbles]

The midjourney stuff just reminds of when we were trying to find a new platform to host the ao3 donation form, and companies kept trying to tell me about all their "ai" features that would track donor engagement, and figure out the optimal pattern to email individual donors asking for follow up donations, and all the ways they suggest we manipulate people into staying on our websites. It was a great way to filter out who either wasn't listening to us when we described our ethics and donor base, or just didn't believe us.

Now granted ao3 is a unique case based on a) the amount of page views we get in any given time period and b) the fact that most donors absolutely do Not want to be identified as such anywhere, (the default "list of recent donors" module got nuked Immediately) but it surprised me some that the concept of "donors who value their privacy and would be furious at even the whiff of AI" is unique. Some of us really are just existing in different worlds.

[lazylittledragon]

can't believe we're all adults being forced into the club penguin level of censorship in 2024

[daughterofchaosstuff]

done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness demands a sword.

[kensatou]

i'll let phie-san say it:

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[dirtytransmasc]

the men and boys are innocent too.

we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.

I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.

I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.

I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.

I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.

the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.

[pencildragons]

bro i LOVE indigenous fusion music i love it when indigenous people take traditional practices and language and apply them in new cool ways i love the slow decay and decolonisation of the modern music industry