#leon makes milk and YOU DRINK THAT SHIT UP

[allaboutnayeli]

F.T.L | m.leon x reader / i.engen x reader

summary: you find out mapi is cheating, so you get revenge in the best way possible: getting a taste of her lover.

author notes: figure out what F.T.L stands for :)

contains: mapi leon x reader, ingrid engen x reader, mapi leon x ingrid engen, medical university student!reader, tattoo artist!ingrid engen, this is full of cheating & lying, cheating used as a form of revenge, everyone is sorta a piece of shit sorryyy, tons of angst, this is NOT smut so don't even, toxicity, a prime example of what NOT to do in a relationship, this is very long cause i'm not leaving yall on a cliffhanger, this is very insane so buckle in 🙂🩷

playing B.A.S by megan thee stallion 🎵

"are you sure she's cheating and you aren't just overthinking?" your bestfriend, daniela, says. the brunette is sitting right next to you on her couch. one arm resting on the back of the couch, her face resting in the palm of her hand and the other hand holding a glass of white wine.

"i wouldn't just accuse her of something this bad if i didn't have a reason to be suspicious," you respond. you take a sip of your own wine to shove down the anger and sadness that's bubbling in your conscience. not that daniela would ever judge you if you did let those emotions show themselves. the woman has been your pillar since you started having these suspicions about your girlfriend, maria.

my name is maria, but everyone calls me mapi. i would rather you call me yours, though, is what the spaniard said the first time you two met. you thought the pickup line was so cringe and dorky, but at the same time, so cute coming from the tattooed brunette.

and that one line led to nearly four years of a loving relationship. what can you say? mapi is one of the sweetest people you know. she remembers small details like how you prefer oat milk than any other kind, so she always makes sure to get it when she does the grocery shopping or the way you used to complain about how tight your hair ties were, so she bought you extra stretchy ones. she's the cutest cat mom with bagheera being absolutely spoiled. mapi was also protective, good with kids, and so many great qualities.

she is also a cheater.

sweet, caring, certified cat lover, super dorky maria is a cheater.

you sat on this suspicion for a short while before booking it to daniela's while mapi is at her favorite tattoo shop getting another inked beauty; that darned tattoo shop.

"after nearly every appointment, she goes out for drinks with her tattoo artist. at first, i thought she just made a new friend, but she always came back home looking messier than usual.. smelling like some perfume.. and when i ask her what they did at the bar, she barely tells me anything," you explain, "and you know how mapi is! she's the type of person who wouldn't be able to stop talking even if it was to save her life."

daniela nods in agreement. anyone who spends even a few minutes around mapi knows how much the spanish woman likes to talk. if there was a guinness world record for the "biggest yapper" mapi would be a record holder.

"okay, i would be suspicious too," daniela says. you let out an exactly that makes her playfully hit your arm. "anyways, back to what i was saying.. what are you going to do about it? even if she isn't cheating, something is going on."

you purse your lips as you take in her question. what are you going to do? confronting her right away feels wrong when you don't have concrete evidence. randomly accusing your girlfriend to her face wouldn't go over well; mapi is a sweetheart, but hates when people say she did something she's sure she didn't.

after some thinking about it, you come up with an idea.

"i need actual proof.." you start to say. daniela gestures for you to hurry up as you trail off.

"i have to get access to her phone."

it's around eight when mapi comes back to you guys apartment. you're feeding bagheera dinner when the spaniard walks through the door.

not wanting to seem suspicious and also just genuinely missing your girlfriend (even if you did suspect she was being disloyal) after a long day of basically not seeing her, you pet bagheera before standing up and going over to the front door. mapi has already slipped off her shoes when you walk over. she's smiles when you come close.

"hola mi preciosa," she giggles when you give her a welcome back home peck, "how was your day, hm?"

"good.. but better now that you're here," you say, pulling her into a hug. it's warm and makes your heart flutter like usual. those flutters go away as you smell that unfamiliar perfume on mapi, reminding you of what you talked about with daniela. you hide your frown in mapi's neck.

"aweee. you missed me that bad?" mapi says when you pull yourself out of the hug. still holding onto her as you two move to the kitchen.

you roll your eyes at her sudden cockiness. it's an annoying but charming trait of hers. now you wonder if that same charm is what made another woman fall for her hard enough that she didn't care that mapi was already taken; if the woman even knows.

you push those thoughts away. playfully teasing her as you say, "no, i just didn't want to wash the dishes after eating dinner. now you can do it."

mapi perks up at the sound of dinner and then groans at the talk of dishes. that was her least favorite chore by far.

"cmon, amor. you know you wash the dishes way better than i do," she pouts at you, leaning against the kitchen island. that pout makes you smile (something that you reprimand yourself for mentally) as you get the lasagna out of the oven.

you hear the meow of bagheera as she comes over to mapi. the brunette bends down and picks up the black cat right away. kissing the top of the cat's head like she always does.

"i swear you love that cat more than me," you joke.

mapi shrugs, "can you fault me if i did? just look at her, babe. she's adorable." she holds up bagheera so that the cat's face is facing you. of course, the black cat looks adorable per usual. you might not have been there from the beginning, but you love bagheera just as much as mapi does.

"yeahh.. the cutest one in the house," you say before turning your attention to the lasagna. you make two plates of lasagna and grab both when you finish.

"grab us some drinks, will ya?" you walk from the kitchen to the table in the 'dining room', which is really just open space between the kitchen and living room that needed something to be filled up with.

mapi says a quick okay before setting down bagheera back on the floor (she gives her a kiss before she does, of course) and goes over to the fridge. she grabs a pink lemonade for you and a pepsi for herself. she follows after you, setting the drinks down on the table, then sits down.

"gracias, mi amor," she says when you place her plate down in front of her. once you sit down across from her, you say, "de nada."

you two eat a bit before you bring up the tattoo shop. mapi is rambling on about the meetings she had to attend in the morning,

"-and all he does is go on and on about basically nothing. i don't get how someone can talk so much.." the spaniard says in between bites. you let out a giggle at the irony of mapi, of all people, complaining about someone talking too much. the nice atmosphere sours a little (at least for you) as you think back to what you need to ask; just to confirm, this suspicion of yours isn't something you made it due up to overthinking.

"he sounds annoying as shit," you chuckle, easily sliding into the topic you really want to know about, "beside all that, how was your tattoo appointment?"

mapi visibly gets less chipper than she was while rambling. the change is subtle, she bites her lip and starts to sorta push around the food on her plate as she looks down at it like she's thinking about what to bite next.

your eyes flicker down to her lips. why is she being hot at this moment? the spanish woman really has no right when she's acting like she doesn't wanna talk about something that should be her favorite topic. mapi loves tattoos. everyone knows she loves tattoos, so why wouldn't she yap about her appointments like she does everything else?

she takes a bite of her lasagna before shrugging, "it was alright. i didn't get anything done, but i talked with my tattoo artist about the design i wanted."

you nod, waiting for her to continue on like she usually would with any other topic, but no.

mapi just goes back to eating. obviously waiting for you to reply back to her.

"that sounds nice, baby. what design did you pick?" you ask.

"uh, just a design of bagheera."

"that's adorable."

mapi smiles at you, "i know. i already have a few of her, but i want more, you know. she's getting older."

"yeah, she's becoming a grandma." that makes mapi laugh loudly, going right into joking around about bagheera's age. you join in and don't even say anything when the topic strays away from the tattoo shop.

you two talk about practically nothing, finishing the rest of the lasagna. now both of you are washing dishes instead of it just being mapi's chore. what can you say? you aren't able to resist her puppy eyes even when all you think about when you see them now is if she ever used those on another woman romantically.

"are you ready for our date tomorrow?" you say, drying off a plate mapi handed you.

she smiles, "of course. i have been missing our date days. i'm so ready to spend the entire day with the prettiest woman i know." she turns towards you, puckering her lips for a kiss. you giggle and peck her lips a few times.

"you really think that?" you say. it comes out playful, but there is vulnerability lingering at its edges. in mapi's eyes is some concern, she knows you like the back of her hand. of course she would notice if you sound insecure.

mapi puts down the plate in the sink and dries her hands before pulling you close to her. she kisses the side of your face as her arms hold onto your waist, "why wouldn't i? just look at you. the love of my life."

usually, her words would reassure you right away, but not now. not when you are sure she's cheating on you. if you're so beautiful then why is she fucking around with someone else?

you don't let those thoughts influence your actions, though, as you hold onto her tighter. if you hold on a little longer, maybe you can pretend that mapi just really likes that tattoo shop and isn't doing anything strange. maybe you can pretend she's still all yours.

mapi lets you be the one to pull away, kissing you right away. then when that ends, she smiles, "i'm gonna finish up these plates, then shower. just go relax, okay?"

you nod, pecking her lips again before leaving the kitchen. you go to sit on the couch, bagheera coming over to sit on your lap. a cuddle session starts as bagheera snuggles up to you. the only sounds in the apartment is the tv playing, bagheera's purring, and mapi's humming as she washes the dishes as the woman can't even be silent when doing that.

soon enough, the sound of the water running stops. mapi says, "i'm going to go shower first. i'll be out in thirty. can you put my phone on the charger for me, amor?"

"mhm, sure!" this is finally your chance to check mapi's phone. you kiss the top of bagheera's head before letting her get off your lap, so you can go grab mapi's phone.

you reach the counter where she left the device on. your heart starts racing as you pick it up. just do a quick look, then put it on the charger you tell yourself as you start to type in mapi's password.

it doesn't work.

the password that mapi has been using since you two have been together isn't working.

"what the fuck..?" you murmur, trying the password one more time before just accepting that she changed it. you already have some evidence just from this because why would she change it? this also foils your plans. how can you get in her phone?

you decide you need to call daniela later and figure out a different plan.

right when you set down the phone back on the counter, a text pops up.

ingrid 💕

wish you could have stayed-

only the start of the message shows, and when you try to tap on it to see the rest, it says you have to unlock the phone. your heart feels like it's going to beat out of your chest as you tap on the message again, reading it over and over again. who the fuck is ingrid?

you have to get into her phone and soon.

you realize time is ticking. mapi won't be in the shower forever. quickly, you go and put her phone on the charger. your heart beat is not calming down even when you pick up bagheera from her cat tree and start to cuddle with her again. the contrast of bagheera being so calm and sleepy to your internal panic and hurt is laughable, but the black cat is grounding in a way. in the same way that mapi once was.

you sigh as you think about what this all could lead to. definitely a break-up, but you weren't gonna just leave and let mapi live in peace with.. ingrid. whoever the hell that is.

you are still deep into the mourning the lost of your relationship when mapi comes out of your bedroom. she's dressed in her usual oversized white t-shirt and shorts so short it looks like she isn't wearing any at all.

cute is what you would of thought if this was a week or two ago when you weren't sure that your girlfriend wasn't enjoying the company of someone else behind your back.

however, just because you figured mapi is cheating or doing something wrong doesn't mean all your feelings go away like a switch. you still find mapi very cute with that freshly washed, sleepy look on her face. you still want to get up and go kiss her on your way to the bathroom like you always do,

so you do. when you get off the couch, you make sure to stop and give mapi a long kiss. "you're adorable," you say when you pull away. enjoying the way her lips are slightly swollen. the spanish woman giggles, pecking your lips once more.

"you're even cuter," she says before leaving your side to go to the couch. immediately cuddling up to bagheera just like you were earlier.

you go into your bedroom, grab your pajamas, and then go into the bathroom. whether to shower with cold or hot water is a battle for you. the cold will make you have goosebumps. it'll shock you enough that for a quick second, you won't even think about this. but the hot water will burn your skin and warm up your heart that feel like it's already melting from the outside.

hot it is.

as the first few water droplets fall down onto your body, you let out a sigh. the warmth of the water feels so good but makes your mind feel so hazy, you hate it but you love it and damn you wish this wasn't happening right now.

maybe it wasn't.

maybe when you finish doing this and walk out of this bathroom, mapi wouldn't be a cheater. her password would be the same. ingrid, whoever she is, wouldn't even be in the equation. you would just go out there and cuddle with mapi like you always do, then go to sleep together like you always do then you two would go on a date and everything will be perfect like they always been.

has it always been perfect? how long has this cheating thing been going on? has mapi been cheating on the entire time? is mapi even trustworthy?

and what about ingrid? who is she? is she hotter than you? talks better than you? has a better job than you? is she some fucking bombshell who you can't even compare to?

why? when? how? who? why?

why the fuck would mapi do this to you?

"amor!" the voice of mapi shakes you out of your thoughts. she knocks on the bathroom door. when you don't reply right away, she says, "can i come in? i need to piss."

your mind moves slower than it should as you take in what she said. would it be wrong of you not to want her in here? not when you feel so vulnerable that it's like your skin was stripped off of you.

"uh.. i'll be out quick. can you wait? please?" you say. stumbling to start actually washing your body instead of just standing under the water.

mapi doesn't reply but moves away from the door. concern overtakes her mind as she goes back over to the couch. you two have been together for almost four years now. you have seen her in every way, and she has seen you every way, so what's so crazy about her using the bathroom while you shower? she thinks back to earlier when you asked her if she really thinks you're the prettiest woman she knows. the insecure tone you had didn't escape past her. is it because of that? if it is then why are you feeling insecure in the first place? mapi thinks over the last few months and nothing comes up for why you would feel that way.

unless you knew about ingrid, but you couldn't know about ingrid because mapi has been careful. she still has been the most loving girlfriend towards you, so nothing would be suspicious. of course, mapi hasn't been loving just because she wanted to make sure you didn't catch that she's sneaking behind your back, she genuinely still cares for you.

you definitely don't know about ingrid. this is just one of those times when you need extra reassurance which mapi is fine with giving.

she loves you.

she swears she does.

"you can go piss now," your voice pulls mapi out of the chaos that is currently her mind. in the time of her panicking and being concerned, you had finished showering and changed. now you're standing next to the couch. she smiles as her eyes land on you. "look at youu. all clean and cute," she says after standing up. you slightly flush at the compliment (even though you don't want to. it's a natural reaction, okay?)

"shut up and go piss." you giggle, moving past her to sit down on the couch. mapi playfully blows you a kiss before leaving out of the room. the interaction between you two should make your heart feel fond, but how can it when in the back of your mind is the reminder that mapi is probably acting this way with someone else when you aren't around. you wish you could blow away all of these feelings you have for her, but you can't so you just let bagheera come cuddle you.

and when mapi comes back into the living room, a large blanket in hand, you still cuddle up to her while you two watch cartoons. this is something you will definitely miss when you leave her. the thought of leaving mapi is not one you want to think about right now, so you push it to the side and snuggle up more to the spaniard.

it's easy to pretend everything is the same if you don't think about anything.

an hour later, you're laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling while mapi cuddles you. her head is on your chest, her arm around your waist. you can feel the gentle exhale and inhale of her body.

it should calm you. right now, you should be rubbing small circles on her back under her shirt. you should be kissing the top of her head at random until you let the clutches of sleep take you.

but you can't.

your body feels frozen as you lay there. how many times have mapi been like this with ingrid? the thought fills you up with dread, anger, sadness, disgust. jealousy.

what about her makes her so much better than you?

you haven't been giving mapi all the attention she deserves, but only because you're trying not to fail your classes in pre-med. staying on campus until late doesn't give you the same whimsy feeling as sitting around with mapi doing nothing or going out with mapi or just existing alongside her.

if only you could detach yourself right now.

if only this was one big misunderstanding.

if only this wasn't happening.

you wish you was stuck in a dream right now and all you had to do was shake yourself awake.

why?

maria, why?

you lay there for another hour, just letting your thoughts trample you, then you slip away. the sight of mapi cuddling up to the pillow that's supposed to be you makes you smile and want to cry.

you do cry.

as you step onto the balcony attached to the living room, phone in hand, the sound of ringing joining in the busy sounds of barcelona's nightlife.

"it's nearly one am and i have a eight am class tomorrow so this better be-"

"i saw a text," you interrupt her. you don't mean to, but you have been keeping this to yourself since you saw it.

daniela doesn't speak for a few minutes. you hear the shuffle of her covers and the click of a lamp being turned on. then she says, "from the chick she's cheating with?"

"her name is ingrid. mapi has a contact saved with a heart, a fucking heart. i couldn't see the entire text, right?" daniela says a small right. "so i tried to unlock her phone and she changed her password! mapi changed her password and i swear she has probably had the same password since like high-school because you know she can be forgetful and-"

"slow the fuck down. my brain can't keep up with all that, and you are working yourself up. calm down, y/n," daniela says. you stop talking, allowing yourself to just breathe for a minute, but that doesn't mean your blood stops boiling.

"i am trying to calm down but dani, my girlfriend is cheating on me for fucks sake!" you don't mean to shout at her, but you do. thankfully, you're outside, so mapi couldn't have heard you.

"okay! okay. alright, sorry," daniela sighs, "so you saw a text from some chick named ingrid, tried to see the full text, and couldn't get into mapi's phone because she changed her password?"

"yes.."

"okay, listen. this is what you're gonna do."

the next morning, you wake up to the smell of bacon and the sound of jazz music playing. you slide out of bed and walk out into the living room to the sight of mapi looking pretty in the kitchen as she cooks. she's already dressed, unlike you. instead of immediately saying good morning, you just enjoy the sight for the few minutes that you do. this is something you will miss, so what's wrong with indulging a little?

mapi doesn't notice your presence right away, too distracted with the music, cooking, and her own singing. it's only when she turns to the kitchen island to change the song playing on her phone that she sees you. a smile blooms on her lips right away. "buenos dias, amor. how long have you been there?" mapi moves from in the kitchen to where you are in the living room.

"long enough to hear your horrible vocals," you say as she pulls you into her arms.

"they aren't," she pecks your lips, "horrible."

"i think our neighbors would disagree."

"they should be lucky i'm giving them a free performance. i could be the next-" you shut her up by kissing her. it starts off lazy, but soon you are more forceful; not for the usual reason, though. it's not passion driving you to press against mapi, but anger.

your almost make-out session is interrupted by the slight smell of burning. "shit, the bacon," mapi lets go of you before speed-walking to the kitchen.

she's able to cut off the stove before any of the bacon truly burns. thankfully, the fire alarm doesn't go off. your neighbors would really hate that. you walk over to the kitchen, going to lean against the kitchen island. you watch mapi as she plates breakfast for the two of you. now that you are actually standing in the kitchen instead of looking from afar, you can see mapi has cooked more than just bacon. there are toast and scrambled eggs as well. the warmth that suddenly blooms in your heart irks you and, at the same time, saddens you. this is a domestic scene that mapi and you have been in many times. the spanish woman loves to cook for you, but what's to say she doesn't love cooking for her little secret?

"thank you for all this, babe," you say when she hands your plate to you. mapi laughs off your thanks, saying something along the lines of i'm your girlfriend it's my job inbetween bites of bacon. usually, you two would sit at the dining table and eat, but today, yall opt for sitting at the kitchen island.

your shoulders rub against each other as you eat. of course, mapi yaps in between bites. mostly about all the activities she has planned for you two the entire day, how she hopes you are impressed, and that yall should match since it is a date day today. you keep up with her good enough. she has been your girlfriend for nearly four years now, after all. just responding back from time to time keeps her happy. mapi doesn't really need a reply to continue talking anyway, just your attention.

you finish eating before mapi (to neither of yours surprise), so you go to wash the dishes and let mapi play with bagheera for a bit. that only takes ten minutes or so then you are off to the bathroom to get ready for the day, making sure to kiss both of your girls before you do. bagheera lets out a meow when you leave her eyesight, but soon her attention is redirected elsewhere as mapi starts to rile her up.

when you step into the shower, all the emotions you were putting behind a lovesick mask can show themselves. the bitter taste that feels your mouth, the betrayal that burns your throat, the guilt that grips onto your shoulders. you shouldn't even be feeling guilty right now. not when mapi is the one who betrayed your loyalty. still, the sting of guilt lingers around your skin, burning you. in a perfect world, you would be feeling like shit for even thinking that mapi, your sweet, perfect, mapi was cheating. your bestfriend would shake your shoulders and say, "are you stupid? that woman is inlove with you." instead, you were met with okay, i would be suspicious too. you try to lift that dread that pools in your stomach by thinking about how fun this day is going to be,

and how you should savor it since it's going to be one of the last.

author notes: this is an lesson on how you shouldn't trust anyone's words.. JK but fr sorry for the cliffhanger, this was just getting way too long. part two coming soon 🩷 (this is not grammar checked bare with me yall)

© ALLABOUTNAYELI

[vritest]

I love you. (Say it back)

leon kennedy x fem!reader

warnings: angst, angst, angst. kinda all over the place, kinda doesn’t follow the plot??? mentions of sex, younger???vandetta leon. NOT PROOFREAD

PART 2

Knock knock. Stop. Knock… knock. *Burp*

A sound you were getting used to at midnight.

At first you decided wether or not you should just open the door. Maybe you should leave him there. Make him feel like shit, make him realize what he’s doing isn’t normal.

But your heart was too big for that.

You sighed, looking straight at your TV. A random singing reality show playing in the background, their singing cancelling out the knocks coming from your shared apartment. Or at least what was once a shared apartment you and your boyfriend had.

Lately it seems like he lives in the bars instead of your own home.

You sigh again, hoping the knocks would stop and hoping Leon would leave to Chris’s place, or just somewhere where you wouldn’t see him drunk and wasted.

Getting up from the couch, the knocks only got louder and louder. You groaned quietly and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Coming, I’m coming!” You yelled.

As you opened the door, Leon slumped on you hugging your frame and snuggling on to you like the way you snuggled with your teddy bear he had given you on your guys’s first date.

You sniffed his leather jacket, a scent of too many liquors to count, taking over your nose. You frowned slightly.

“God Leon you irk of alcohol. Did you take a shower in that stuff at the bar?” You asked sarcastically.

He chuckled.

“You’re funny, they don’t have showers in bars, silly…” Leon slurred trailing off from his train of thought his grip only tightening. You let out a big sigh and slowly unwrapped from his grip. He groaned.

“Hey… I was comfortable like that…”

“I know… but doesn’t a shower sound nice?”

“No.”

“Well too bad because I’m not letting you go to sleep stinking our whole bed of alcohol”

After an hour, you had prepared Leon a semi-warm shower.

After he took a shower it was normal for him to go straight to bed, after kissing you and saying a quick “Good night babe” but this time it was different.

As you sat on the couch, you heard some shuffling and saw Leon walking straight to your shared room. Not even looking your way, almost like he was being lured in there. You raised an eyebrow confused in his sudden break of the pattern you two have held for too long.

As you walked over to the room, you saw him on his side. Already asleep and snoring. The void in your heart only getting worser.

———

The morning wasn’t any better.

You had waken up with a huge headache, despite not drinking. Which was pretty odd, because you never got headaches out of the random. Not only that but when you turned around to reach for Leon, the only thing you touched were the cold sheets, meaning he had been awake for a while.

You got up, the off feeling you had only getting more prominent as you walk towards the kitchen, the sound of cereal being poured in to a bowl sounding close.

There you see Leon hunched over, his back towards you as he serves himself some Lucky Charms.

Which was kinda ironic thinking back now.

“Good morning.” You said softly. The rasp in your voice being the only thing Leon was looking forward to.

“ ‘Morning” he simply said pouring the milk into the bowl. He turned towards the island, sitting towards you know. Your eyes wondering Leon’s tired futures, trying so hard not to ask him about last night. You didn’t want him to leave you, and you didn’t want to leave him, but this whole thing was just getting to you. It’s like you had to battle a war in your mind 24/7.

You cleared your throat, despite not planning to say anything.

“Just say it. Say that I’m an asshole for not telling you good night. I don’t give a damn.”

“What? I wasn’t gonna-“

“You were! That’s the thing you don’t speak up about shit! You should hate me, I’m a bad boyfriend, a bad friend, an alcoholic but here you are taking care of me every day after I go to the bar. Why?” He said, the bowl of cereal being disregarded.

You laughed dryly.

“Are you kidding me right now?”

He looked side to side.

“I asked you a question.” He asked sternly.

“Have the 5 years we’ve been together proven you nothing? I love you Leon! And the fact that you asked that question makes me feel like shit. I do it out of love Leon everything.”

Silence.

“How do you think I feel after you leave for work? How about when you leave to go to the bar? I worry that I’ll get a phone call and get told your dead, and I hate myself that I can’t stop you. Because it’s your life. Not mine.”

He sighed trying to calm down in order for his words to come out less aggressively.

“You don’t have to worry about the drinking it’s nothing-“

“Nothing?” You laughed dryly again. Something you’ve done a lot more often lately. “Everyday you come home wasted and tell me you love me. Something you’ve never told me sober, did you know that?”

“Babe-“

“No! Fuck. Don’t babe me now. After all this time all I’ve ever wanted to do was to help you. And now you’re asking me why I’m doing all this? This must be some sick fucking prank.” You said. You were slowly loosing it. You never yelled at him. Sure maybe one time while playing Mario Kart when he beat you, but it was never this serious or intense. Leon’s mind went blank.

He was a horrible person.

“Fuck, im sorry about this I swear I can fix this aright? I fucking hate myself, I hate what I’m doing to myself and I can’t stop it”

There was silence allowing you to calm down before speaking up again.

“I know you can fix it.” You said more calmly this time.

“Just not with me.”

His eyes widened at the words that came out your mouth.

“What-“

“I’m leaving.” You claimed.

“What? You haven’t even packed yet-“

“I did, while you were sleeping. Thought you had heard but I guess you were fast asleep.” You mumbled.

He scoffed and let a small breathy “huh”.

“So that’s it?” He said throwing his hands besides his torso in defeat. “You’re just gonna leave me after all these years?”

“Don’t try to gaslight me now Leon. I’m doing this because I love you. Fuck, everything I do, I do because I love you and I can’t stand seeing you fuck up your life because you refuse to get help.”

You just stood there. Looking at him like if this was some staring contest.

Your heart kept telling you to back out, this was a bad idea. But you brain could only thing how this would benefit him.

You sighed. Starting to walk towards your shared room where you had packed two duffle bags that would be enough clothes to stay with your parents for a while.

As you got up, Leon got up as well grabbing your wrist and before you could even pull away (he was too strong) he pulled you towards him, kissing you just one more time. The taste of alcohol filling your mouth and the taste of your cherry lipgloss leaving a delightful taste at the tip of his tongue. As much as you wanted to pull back and tell him that he was an asshole for doing this, the kids only got more passionate and hungry tounges entering each others mouths, suddenly everything was okay. Suddenly it was his first day as a police officer and you and him had just shared your first kiss with eachother.

Maybe everything wasn’t so bad after all…

Right?

———

That morning had been long. The smell of makeup sex lingering the room. Leon’s bare hands hugging your naked frame, the afternoon sun peaking out from the curtains.

You got up, looking for your clothes he had desperately stripped off you.

Surprisingly after you grabbed the two duffle bags, despite making a good amount of noise, he was still asleep. You looked at him one last time , beige you headed to the kitchen and grabbed a napkin and a red gel pen.

Leon had woken up not too long after you had left quietly crying out your shared apartment.

He knew you always kept your promises.

Immediately he looked over at the night stand, your perfume, his favorite, gone. That’s when he saw a small peace of paper, and he squinted reaching out to grab it as he brought it up to his face squinting.

“Good morning afternoon sunshine,

I really didn’t want you to try and make me stay so I decided to leave right away. It’s already noon and by the time you wake up it’ll probably be dinner time, I know you’ll be hungry. Last night I made lasagna, just that you went straight to bed before I could even offer you some. Lol. There’s some leftovers in the fridge, along with some lemonade or coke, pick what’d you like.

Like I said in the morning, I’m doing this because I love you nothing else. If I could stay with you forever I would.

Thank you for what you gave me this morning.. I enjoyed it… (that might be an understatement.)”

He chuckled at your dry humor.

“Anyway… please take care of yourself and become the best version of yourself you can possibly be.

I love you. More than you’ll ever know. Even if you’ve never said it to me sober.

Love, Y/N.”

A single tear escaping his eye.

———

Years have passed and you had already moved out of your parents home you were temporarily living in.

Once you got your new place you decided it was time to move on from Leon. As much as you didn’t want to and refused.

Each date was the same.

They introduced themselves. They cracked a joke. You laughed. Their mouth moved until they asked if you were okay, and you would just nod. Then they would leave and never spoke to you again.

It just wasn’t the same. They weren’t Leon. They’ll never be.

So that’s what brought you right now. At your old apartment complex. The lady at the counter being the same one from a couple of years ago.

“Hey you were that lady that was the girlfriend of the young blonde man right?” She asked as you walked up to her counter. You smiled lightly. “Girlfriend” you haven’t heard that word in a while.

“Yeah.. uh I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”

That being said, you had asked her if she knew any information about Leon and if he had moved out.

Turned out it had been only two months since he had moved out, she said he had told her he was moving to the suburbs. Which was weird considering you two would always talk about how you loved the chaos in the city and would never move back to the suburbs. Turns out great minds don’t think alike sometimes.

“Yeah, he seemed pretty glad to move into a house for the first time. Never said the reason though.” She said ducking her teeth. “He said he was staying by this really big park, with the lake and-“

“Oh my god.”

“What? What happened?” Thee asked.

“He moved back to his childhood home.”

———

It didn’t take you long to built up the courage after all these years to find him.

All the signs were pointing to this.

He definitely got better and had taken to advice to move in back to his old home. The reason was still unknown but you assumed that after all these years he was the person you had told him to become.

You missed him. You couldn’t wait to see him. Would his hair be brown like it was when you left? Or had he dyed it back to blonde, how he had it when you first met?

Either way, it didn’t matter if he was bald, you needed to see him. You needed him to be okay.

As you got closer to the house that was once his, you notice, two cars. Which you assumed were both his, unless Chris was over? No, it was probably just both his.

You parked, getting out of your car and fixing your hair as you prepared to knock on the wooden door. You didn’t know if this was one of your smartest moments. You didn’t want to look like a stalker, but you knew he probably wanted to see you too…right.

You knocked three times, a shuffle being heard in a background and a giggle.

The door opened. And the you heard it, his voice. Still sweet like sugar. Except he said some words that could’ve made you faint on the spot.

“I got it honey-“

You looked up noticing a small kid on his shoulders. Looking down at you. Their icy blue eyes they obviously inherited from Leon, staring at you with a small smile.

“Y/n…”

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Y’all this honestly was abt to me cry lmfaoo 😭 but anyway hoped y’all cried lol.

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[lipglossanon]

okay this one’s been brewing for a while but it’s finally a complete thought lol, cow!reader,,,, leon adopts a cow hybrid and let’s just say for shits and giggles reader lactates more on their period if we’re doing a more human like cow hybrid and leon’s already established house rules, hooves (assuming it’s a bipedal cow hybrid that has hooves instead of proper feet but has hands) must be covered if not on the carpet, all mooing has to be done outside (you woke him up too many times mooing when you’re hungry that’s also why you’re not allowed in his room), DO NOT under any circumstances get your horns stuck in a wall (again), and lastly, only refer to him as daddy. now the only thing my brain gave me was he comes home from work super irritated and your all up in his lap licking his face telling him he’s so nice while softly mooing and praising him while he runs his hands over your ass (your naked because well it’s leon and he definitely got you a collar with a bell) he occasionally squeezes your ass making you moan a little while rubbing himself against you telling you how wet you are while you try to keep still when he notices and cups your cheek asking what’s wrong when you look at him with big doe eyes and quietly ask “milk me daddy” when he chuckles at you and says “it’s almost that time of the month, huh?” and you sheepishly nod trying to hide your embarrassment but no fast enough because you’re in his bed (somewhere he doesn’t really let you) on your back (idk if we’re going udder route or swollen areola route, i also said more nips though 🤔) he’s massaging your breast’s (two or more i don’t fucking know) softly telling you you’re a good lil moo while you hold onto his biceps while he milks you with his hands before he gets too needy and uses his mouth 🤭

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(~note time~ imagine the little hoof sounds on hard wood before getting scolded by leon for scuffing the floor and like the little jingles from her running around the house playing with a ball and demanding pets from leon because i feel like horns get itchy or wrapping her tail around leon’s hand while he pets her 🥺 like i seriously didn’t think of how cute a cow!reader would be now i want to be one lmao )

AGSHFL 🙈 🙈 cow!reader does sound pretty cute! 🤭

But just Leon drinking from her cause she needs milked is melting my brain 🥴 🥴

And the little head pats!! 🥺🥺

[steriotypicaloutlaw]

Some Resident Evil Headcanons

What they listen to while working on a project: Heisenberg- definitely Rob Zombie and Will Wood. Chris- Lemon Demon (but I've mentioned that before) and Arctic Monkeys. Ethan- 100% listens to just about anything but prefers The Scary Jokes and Glass Animals. Alcina- In This Moment and Alina Pash. Donna- Girl in Red and Abbey Glover. Moreau- Jack Stauber and Talley Hall. Angie- Paramour and My Chemical Romance. Daniella- Rammstein and Yungblud. Cassandra- Nascar Aloe and Mother Mother. Bela- Cavetown and I Don't Know How But They Found Me. Sturm: Steam Powered Giraffe and Creep-P The Duke- Poor Man's Poison and IC3PEAK Claire- Kiki Rockwell and Amanda Palmer Leon- Hozier and Sub Urban Mia- some weird obscure shit no one's heard of Rose- She a baby

Favorite foods: Heisenberg- Really likes sweets, a huge sweet tooth, his favorite however is Ethan's chocolate-caramel cheesecake. Chris- Chipotle Chicken Enchilada Bake, specifically made by Claire but he'll never tell her that. Ethan- Pizza Lasagna Alcina- Mămăligă Donna- Seafood Paella Moreau- Other than cheeses, he adores a wide number of delicacies Angie- Has no need for food and can't eat Daniella- Gogoși or Papanași Cassandra- Tochitură Moldovenească Bela- Ciorbă de fasole cu afumătură Sturm- Has no need for food and can't eat The Duke- No one knows, does he even eat?? Claire- Chicken Cacciatora Leon- Gas Station Tornados…. Mia- Lime Jello With Pineapple Rose- Strawberry Banana Baby Food

Favorite drinks: Heisenberg- Grape Kool-Aid (Why? Idk…) Chris- Cranberry Ginger Ale Ethan- Sour Cherry Soda Alcina- Blueberry Acai Berry Rooibos Tea Donna- Lavender and Rosehip Tea With a Little Honey Moreau- Guava Nectar Angie- Has no need for drinks and can't drink Daniella- Pomegranate and Mangosteen Flavored Aloe Cassandra- Belgian Mint Tea Bela- Blood Orange Tea Sturm- Has no need for drinks and can't drink The Duke- No one knows Claire- Brown Sugar Boba Milk Tea Leon- Pina Colada Slushies Mia- Cucumber-Lemon Water Rose- Milk?

A cute quirk: Heisenberg- Talks with his hands and always keeps candy in his pockets to eat throughout the day Chris- Holds forks with his whole ass fist Ethan- Plays with his mouth when concentrating and sprouts mushrooms when embarrassed or flustered. Alcina- Enunciates words as well as she can Donna- Drinks tea very often and has a habit of refusing to eat in front of strangers Moreau- Has a nose-twitch facial tic and he snorts when he laughs Angie- Fiercely loyal, hates being alone Daniella- Has a very bouncy way of walking and hums along to songs Cassandra- Picks at her nail polish and bites her nails Bela- Rocks back and forth when standing idly The Duke- Has a very distinctive loud laugh, like big, genuine, belly laughs that you always know it's him Claire- Twirls pens between her fingers when bored, thinking, etc. Leon- Tilts his head like a dog when confused Mia- Makes little humming noises when thinking Rose- She baby so whatever babies do… Jk, squeals when she yawns

A not-so-cute quirk: Heisenberg- Frequently avoids eye contact as it makes him nervous Chris- Is mildly obsessive over the neatness of his appearance Ethan- Walks too fast Alcina- INTENSE eye contact, gets right up in people's space when talking Donna- Sits so still and quiet that people often forget her and she scares them Moreau- Cries and whines a lot Angie- Has to be near someone at ALL times, like, right up on them Daniella- Walks too quietly and thus accidentally sneaks up on people Cassandra- Can't shut up, doesn't like total silence Bela- Never directly states what she wants, instead hints around to it The Duke- Always in everyone's business Claire- Talks a bit too fast a lot of the time and then has to repeat herself Leon- Eats in bed and while driving, making a bit of a mess while doing so Mia- ALWAYS has to have the last word Rose- Her temper tantrums are… dangerous...

[twiixr4kidz]

more bucci's gang headcanons

i love them

giorno giovanna:

he paints his nails

the crab rave video is infinitely playing in his mind

while he's not a vampire and doesn't have any vampire

really big fan of lil nas

he creates a bunch of random characters in his free time

the characters just exist; they don't really have a story or anything behind them

only plays on survival when he plays minecraft

types with his pointer fingers and only his pointer fingers when he's writing everything

he never ended up going back to school but he didn't really need it anyways

confused about every tiktok trend ever

hates regular caramel, loves salted caramel

really likes going to the beach

has walked in on fugo doing questionable things before and joined him

speaking of fugo, the two of them have had full on arguments over weather strawberry or chocolate milk was better

bruno bucciarati:

still reads newspapers

adds edible glitter to some of the meals he makes for the squad because he thinks its fancy

the designated person to kick out those door to door salesmen that try to get you to spend money

gives narancia a weekly allowance

if he kills at least one person, he doesn't get 20 bucks (this doesn't include missions)

can't spell words like necessary, experience, and exercise

very big on getting christmas presents for the team, even if one of them doesn't celebrate christmas or doesn't get him a present in exchange

loves the charm of disney movies but he's not the kind of guy you'd want to watch a movie with

on one hand, he seems like the kind of guy to watch the movie in silence and just enjoy it, right?

nah, he's criticizing everything

"that was cut weird" "why did he phrase it like that" "i don't like that character, here's every reason why"

he'll also pause the movie at the worst scenes to use the bathroom or get more snacks

he does have the common courtesy of being quiet in a public theater, though

leone abbacchio:

holds a grudge against any and every public restroom ever

tries to not be an ass and fails miserably

he's the only one allowed to bully him

one moment he'll be complaining that narancia's annoying him and the next he's beating up some rando for agreeing

went from emo to goth in the span of 10 years

it never was a phase for him

he really likes the cure

he's always wanted to own some kind of obscure pet but he's not sure what it would be

he's slightly leaning towards a farm animal

especially a pig or a sheep

yknow those font settings on phones? where you can adjust the size? he makes it as small as possibly

collects putties of all kinds and sizes

he has a little bit of hearing damage

hates the sound of fireworks but loves the sight

prefers rainy weather over sunny weathers, and prefers stormy weather over all of it

doesn't have any games on his phone (because he's boring /j)

his favorite food to have for breakfast is zucchini bread

if there's none available, then he just as a blueberry muffin and an egg or oatmeal

hates black coffee but drinks it anyways

guido mista:

he definitely does those 3am challenges (and he believes in them too)

him and narancia stay up super late doing really questionable things

like the one time they "made it snow" with baby powder in the bathroom and rushed to clean it because they thought they heard bruno

he's goes on pinterest for cursed images and unfunny memes

"if it's fried, it's better" *proceeds to fry a cracker*

has a "large vocabulary"

truth be told, he uses a lot of big words that he doesn't know the meaning of

it makes him sound smart to narancia but dumb to fugo

started a petition to get the stuart little books removed from shelves because he "hates that little shit"

he has "among us ur mom deez nuts" humour

pisses his pants whenever anyone says sus

he listens to some obnoxious (/pos) music

he and his music is so loud that is sounds like a whole ass rave in his room sometimes

jokes that abbacchio only ever leaves his room to get food and use the bathroom when in reality, the only time he's ever in his room is when he's going to bed

toilet papered someone's house and still isn't sure how he got away with it

his whole thing with the number 4 sometimes screws with his morals

he found a litter of 4 puppies all alone and hesitated on bringing them to a shelter because he didn't want bad luck

he ended up doing so anyways, but he regrets hesitating in the first place

narancia ghirga:

watches those "21st century humour" meme compilations

doesn't understand how palindromes work

cried when toys r us closed

listens to a surprising amount of edm and dubstep

probably cried when daft punk broke up

"would you still love me if i was a worm :((" "yes narancia" ":D"

every pair of earbuds he's gotten his hands of have broken within 48 hours and he has no idea how

makes really bad memes at 3am that don't make sense when he's fully conscious

whenever he's in charge of getting groceries, he gets a huge jug of fruit punch and hides it in his room

when he found out that mista was the one who broke his boombox, he stole his hat for a week

he doodles a lot

if bruno gives him a mission briefing, he'll doodle all over it during meetings

plays roblox with mista, fugo, and giorno a lot

prefers nectarines over oranges

his diet is mostly fruits and salty snacks

he acts like he's not scared of anything a lot

he's very courageous

gets suspicious when he sees cars passing the base at night

offers to be on look out even when bruno assures him that he doesn't need to be worried

he knows he shouldn't be but he just wants to help keep the team safe

he's able to predict whenever the phone rings 5 seconds before it actually does

and, he can stop the microwave as soon as it hits zero but before it beeps

his own power intimidates him

pannacotta fugo:

he has concerts in the comfort of his own room where he lipsyncs to 80s japanese citypop

joins in with narancia and mista's shenanigans a lot

eats a lot of salad

like a lot of salad

that man's diet is basically just lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, tomatoes, and dressing at this point

the designated chef for thanksgiving

terrible with both animals and children

except for the one time a little kid walked up to him on the street and called him daddy

he walked away as fast as possible and never looked back

wants a furby desperately

he's really fascinated by the cursed ones that the internet has made

liked the baked bean furby or the spaghetti o's furby

whenever he has free time, he works on knitting a scarf he's been working on for years

it's about 15 or so feet long and he doesn't plan on stopping working on it anytime soon

criticizes people's playlists

he has a lot of seemingly useless skills that his parents taught him that he rarely uses

stays up really late either studying something or just not being able to sleep

lays in bed staring at the ceiling for hours at a time

he's the person who makes sure everyone knows that dinner is ready

doesn't have his drivers license and is somehow the most reliable driver, next to giorno

he was taught how to use the home row when he was being taught how to type and completely disregarded it because it wasn't what worked for him

trish una:

rose quartz fanatic

not because she wants to find love, she just think it's really pretty

fascinated by the smallest things of the outside world

loves that she was spoiled as a kid but realized soon that she wouldn't have everything handed to her unless she worked towards it

tells bruno daily that he was more of a father to her than her father ever was in the 15 years he was in her life

wanted to be a model when she was younger but now wants to pursue a career in fashion designing

loves shirley temples

and black and white movies from america

loves when her nails are long because the tappy noise whenever she does things entertains her

listens to music box versions of songs she likes because they soothe her

brown and pink is her favorite color combination

does mista's makeup for him whenever he asks

she knows how to dance, she just doesn't do it often anymore so she's pretty rusty

wants to go to france at least once in her life

"committing crimes isn't ladylike" *robs a bank* /j

loves the symbolism of the rose in art and literature

speaking of art, she frequently visits are museums

she thinks up a lot of meanings behind the art that she sees

even though art is subjective, the team often just agrees with her explanations because they're so detailed and thought through

[dallanebbia]

betsubara

title: betsubara fandom: bnha pariring: kacchako; bakugou katsuki x uraraka ochako word count: 3.9k (including text in posts) warnings: none synopsis: in which the u.a. test kitchen tries its hand at the whole youtube thing, and the internet collectively ships kacchako. bon appetit test kitchen au + socmed au notes: written for day 3 of kacchako week 2020, with the prompt ‘desserts & sweets.’ i know that BA has its share of problems, but i really wanted to write this after stumbling across ba test kitchen fanfics on ao3 and some social media aus on twitter… i have so much respect for people who make smau fics, i don’t know how you do it. ochako here is a bizarre mix of brad leone, solha el-waylly, liziqi and emmymadeinjapan, and bakguou…. is bakugou :’) ao3: [link]

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別腹 | betsubara (n.) – Japanese, second stomach for dessert

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Susan Anderson @susan.anderson – Jun 29, 2XXX My grandchildren said I would enjoy watching the UA test kitchen youtube channel, but I don’t know where to start. Can someone please give me some suggestions? Why do they change chefs in every video? 62 🗨️   133 ⭮   869k ♡

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↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson Hi Susan! I’m the kitchen manager for @ua_testkitchen, and I’d be happy to help! We have playlists for each of our web series on our YouTube channel, but I’ll do my best to explain each series below. 23 🗨️   241 ⭮   3.2k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Hot Takes – If you don’t mind some occasional foul language, this is a very popular series! Chef @bakugoukatsuki demonstrates techniques on how to make Japanese staples, from omurice to hand cut soba. It’s extremely educational! 123 🗨️   213 ⭮   3.5k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Bon Appetit – This series is all about French food, with Japanese twist! Chef @foreversparkling breaks down intimidating recipes like souffles, gougeres, and quiches for the amateur cook to try at home! 89 🗨️   165 ⭮   2.8k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX Farm to Table – If you’re interested in where your food comes from, this is a great choice! Chef @u_ochako shows viewers what it takes to grow and cultivate ingredients. She also delves into the science behind making things like kombucha, natto, and beer! 155 🗨️   188 ⭮   3.9k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX From Scratch – This is our only series with two hosts! We ask our chefs @shouto and @yaomomo to tackle the challenge of recreating popular junk food and snack items entirely from scratch. These can be anything, from your favorite candy to foreign staples like Twinkies! 102 🗨️   288 ⭮   2.7k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX 10 Chefs – This series asks ten of our @ua_testkitchen chefs to undergo a series of culinary challenges of varying difficulties. These can range from cutting a durian to cooking a live lobster! 48 🗨️   85 ⭮   1.4k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX The Great U.A. Bake Off – These are special videos that showcase U.A.’s biannual dessert competition! We invite renowned chef and television star @AllMight to join as our host and judge. Our resident pastry chef @satousugarman has held the title for the past four years! 99 🗨️   174 ⭮   2.1k ♡

↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jun 30, 2XXX We also film various instructional videos, which are not part of any particular series. These can be recipes or in-depth guides to various kitchen tools and appliances. Hopefully these give you a good place to start, and feel free to contact me if you have any other questions! 21 🗨️   98 ⭮   1.1k ♡

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↳ Susan Anderson @susan.anderson – Jul 01, 2XXX Thank you, Mr. Midoriya. I started watching Farm to Table, and I’m enjoying it a lot. I do have a question – I’m reading the comments, and there’s a cooking term I’m not familiar with. What is a “kacchako?” Is it a cooking appliance? 721 🗨️   2.1k ⭮   8.9k ♡

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↳ Just Call Me Midoriya (✓) @dekiru – Jul 02, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson … Um. 202 🗨️   4.3k ⭮   10.4k ♡

↳ jfc they’re actually clueless @hitoshinsou – Jul 02, 2XXX Replying to @susan.anderson and @dekiru yeah @dekiru, what is a kacchako? 180 🗨️   961 ⭮   2.9k ♡

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“Hey guys!” Uraraka waved cheerfully at the camera. “My name is Uraraka Ochako, and welcome back to Farm to Table, a show where we explore where our food comes from!” 

“For today’s episode, we’re going to be doing something a liiittle different.” On the counter was a pile of misshapen brown lumps, mottled with different black and brown spots. “On our cacao episode, a lot of you were a little… shall we say, disappointed with me, when I didn’t make chocolate out of a cacao pod.”

Uraraka’s smile turned icy, as a screenshot popped up on screen. She held up a little slip of paper from her hand and cleared her voice.

“ ‘Making chocolate isn’t easy,’ ” she read, widening her eyes for emphasis. “ ‘This girl has no idea what she’s talking about.’ ”

The dark, saccharine expression on her face never faltered as she ripped up the paper into tiny pieces, throwing bits over her shoulder.

“Now, I’m here to show you that actually, yes – making chocolate can be easy!” The hard smile was replaced by a warm grin. “My friends at Tokyo Cacao sent me some pods to work with, and lucky for us, they’re ripe and ready to go!” 

She beamed, picking up a pod and showing it off to the camera. “I’ll show you guys how to turn these bad boys into chocolate - and after that, I’m gonna share one of my favorite chocolate recipes with you!” 

Uraraka then grinned mischievously. “First things first – we gotta crack this little guy open.” Reaching under the countertop, she whipped out a gigantic chef’s knife. It was easily as long as Uraraka’s forearm, and the polished blade was engraved with two characters that clearly read, ‘Bakugou.’

A choking sound was heard off screen. 

“Holy shit Uraraka, you took it?!” A man popped into frame, gaping at the knife in Uraraka’s hand. “Dude, Bakugou’s been looking for that all morning - he’s going to kill you for real this time!” 

“Not if he doesn’t find out,” she said seriously, fixing the blonde man with a pointed look. “You’re not going to rat me out, are you, Kaminari?” 

“And get killed in his Baku-rage? No thanks.” He shivered, staring at the knife as if it was going to attack him. “At least you’ve got a chance of surviving.”

Uraraka laughed, rolling her eyes. “You’re acting like he’s going to eat you or something.” 

“You don’t know about poor Mineta,” Kaminari looked grave as he closed his eyes in a moment of silence, before scurrying out of frame. He called out, “If anyone, especially Bakubro, asks – I was never here!”  

“O… kay?... ” Uraraka blinked at the camera for a few moments and then shook her head in amusement. “Anyways, back to the topic – opening the pod! The rind is pretty thick and slippery, so be careful where you’re cutting! The best way is to set the edge of the knife in one of the grooves and give it a good whack, like this - !” 

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Pro Chef Makes Omurice | Hot Takes | U.A. Test Kitchen 3,439,062 views ･ August 29, 2XXX

To quote our favorite foul-mouthed chef: “Even a F***ing idiot can make omurice.” 

Join Bakugou Katsuki in the U.A. Test Kitchen as he makes a Japanese comfort food staple, omurice. This isn’t your average, amateur omurice omelette video - Bakugou breaks down the special tricks and techniques he uses to achieve the perfect taste, shape and texture. His recipe uses buttery chicken, fried… 

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obsssd1992 – 6 hours ago hOoly fuck the sound uraraka made when she tasted it 👍 9.4K   👎   REPLY ⯆ View 155 replies

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dinovino44 – 7 hours ago “just fucking flip it” I blinked and that shit literally went from goo to an omelet HOW 👍 144   👎   REPLY ⯆ View 3 replies

Angela B – 8 hours ago I would love to try this but i dont want to waste 17 dozen eggs trying to make it properly 👍 3.7K   👎   REPLY ⯆ View 29 replies

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“Oh fuck, that’s good,” Bakugou groaned, mouth full as he chewed. The mango-coconut tart in front of him was dotted with swirls of candied orange peel as a garnish, but it did nothing to hide the fact that the entire thing was dusted with a liberal coating of violent red chili powder.

At his side, Uraraka beamed, sniffling a little from the pervasive scent of spice in the air. “I added some lime too, just to break up the richness – it’s not too sweet?”

“S’fucking perfect.” Bakugou scarfed down the last bite of the piece in his hand. He let out another long moan, the sound of it deep and guttural, and Uraraka’s eyes widened as she stared, her cheeks turning red. “Screw it, I’m eating this for lunch.”

“Eh?” Uraraka blinked, snapping out of her daze just as the tray was snatched from her workbench. “Wait, wait – Bakugou! Give it back, I haven’t even tasted it yet!”

“Pft, like you wouldn’t down a carton of milk after one bite,” he scoffed, holding the tart above his head and trying to fend off Uraraka with his free hand as she pulled at his arm. “Fucking get off, Uraraka, I – !”

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SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Aug 17, 2XXX alright since some of y’all are fucking BLIND here’s a list of every bakugou x uraraka moment on the u.a. test kitchen youtube channel (a thread) 184 🗨️   5.3k ⭮   12.6k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Aug 17, 2XXX [01] the great u.a. Baking show, cheesecake: during taste tests bakugou hated every single person’s cheesecake EXCEPT uraraka’s peach and plum one. He said it was acceptable BUT THEN HE GOES BACK FOR ANOTHER PIECE 2 🗨️   229 ⭮   10.4k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Oct 28, 2XXX [33] farm to table, jicama/watermelon: bakugou says there isn’t enough heat in the dipping sauce during taste tests, uraraka then pulls out the extra spicy version she made just for him and bakugou looks flabbergasted when he tries it and then HE TAKES THE SAUCE HOME 10 🗨️   121 ⭮   2.4k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Nov 01, 2XXX [34] from scratch, shrimp chips: at 14:53 you can see bakugou and uraraka in the background working on something together and when aoyama comes in waving around a whisk like a madman bakugou PUTS HIS ARM AROUND HER WAIST AND PULLS HER OUT OF THE WAY 15 🗨️   146 ⭮   2k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Nov 01, 2XXX [35] from scratch, shrimp chips: when uraraka’s taste testing the final versions, she tells bakugou to come and try them. Bakugou grabs the chip she’s eating out of her hand and takes a bite AND THEN STUFFS IT BACK IN HER MOUTH BEFORE WALKING AWAY 29 🗨️   132 ⭮   2.4k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 11, 2XXX [69] hot takes, udon: bakugou says he’s only doing this video because someone said he had to, and uraraka mouths at the camera “he can’t say no to me” and bakugou sees her doing it but just rolls his eyes HE DOESN’T DENY IT 34 🗨️   204 ⭮   1.8k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 11, 2XXX [70] hot takes, udon: bakugou’s testing the dough consistency and yells at uraraka to come over so he can compare it TO HER CHEEKS and the man no cap says “not soft enough, it needs more pounding” and the blush on her face AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 119 🗨️   451 ⭮   3.6k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jan 24, 2XXX [71] the great u.a. bake off, pavlovas: honestly just take this entire episode as proof you can FEEL the tension through the screen my god. the way they’re play-fighting/flirting throughout the episode jesus fucking christ the flavor is immaculate 85 🗨️   154 ⭮   2.1k ♡

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↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Mar 01, 2XXX [82] bon appetit, coq au vin: aoyama asks uraraka for help and bakugou literally spends the entire video glaring at aoyama from the background and ochako mouths “I’m almost done katsuki” at 15:43 SHE USES HIS FIRST NAME 26 🗨️   98 ⭮   1.9k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Mar 09, 2XXX [83] hot takes, takoyaki: uraraka asks bakugou to taste test a smoothie for her and he goes, “the one you made yesterday was better” but later he says something about hating Mondays WHICH MEANS HE AND URARAKA WERE TOGETHER OVER THE WEEKEND 37 🗨️   159 ⭮   2k ♡

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↳ teatime @kabedondon – 6h Replying to @retrograade the detail in this thread is scary but even more concerning is the fact that you’ve somehow managed to convince me, at the very minimum, that they’re fucking 13 🗨️   1.1k ⭮   4k ♡

↳ SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – 4h Replying to @kabedondon welcome to the club, hope you enjoy your stay 21 🗨️   59 ⭮   573 ♡

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Todoroki stared down at the gooey, green-streaked mess of chocolate in front of him mournfully. At his side, Yaoyorozu looked equally despondent, poking at the dull sheen of dark chocolate covering the biscuit in her hand. 

“Should we…?” Todoroki glanced over hesitantly, and Yaoyorozu bit her lip. 

“I was really hoping we’d get it this time.” She sighed heavily, before turning around. The camera zoomed out, the frame widening to show a few people milling around in the background. “Uraraka! Do you have a moment?” 

A chirpy voice replied, “Sure!” Todoroki visibly sighed in relief, quickly dumping his mixing bowl into the sink of dirty dishes as Uraraka came into the shot. 

“Huh, that’s definitely not right…” The brunette poked Yaoyorozu’s chocolate mixture with a frown. “What temperature did you heat this to?” 

“45 degrees?” Uraraka hummed, scooping up a bit of the mixture and dumping it into her hand. She rubbed at it, frowning. “What did you use as your seeded chocolate?” 

Todoroki slid the half-empty bag of chocolate chips across the counter, and Uraraka dumped a pile of them out. Little disks spilled across the marble, and she tested one piece between her clean fingers. “Uh, you know that you’re supposed to use tempered chocolate to seed, right?” 

Todoroki opened his mouth, paused, then closed it abruptly. Yaoyorozu buried her face in her hands and audibly groaned.

“Hey, the good news is that you can totally reuse this!” Uraraka tried to smile encouragingly. “Did the matcha chocolate come out weird too, or –?”

“Oi, what the fuck is this?” The camera panned to the side, where Bakugou was holding up Todoroki’s abandoned mixing bowl in a fist, features twisted into a grimace. “Did all those e-cigs fry your brain, Half-and-half? Who the fuck doesn’t sift matcha before –” 

“Hey, lay off of him, Bakugou.” Uraraka stomped over and snatched the bowl away. “Tempering is hard! And you know white chocolate is tricky.” 

“Tch, please.” He scoffed. “What kind of idiot can’t temper chocolate?” 

Uraraka’s eyes flashed, and she planted her arms on her waist. “Have you ever tempered chocolate before?” 

“What kind of dumbass question is that?” Bakugou growled. “Course I have, I didn’t live under a fucking rock like these two morons.” 

Yaoyorozu bristled indignantly, but Uraraka held up her hand. Todoroki just looked tired, and muttered under his breath, “Here we go again…”

“Then you wouldn’t mind giving us a demonstration, would you?” Bakugou looked at her sweet, smiling face suspiciously. “Or are you too chicken to prove it?”

Red eyes flashed dangerously. “... the fuck did you just say?”

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The video cut to a shot of lumpy, melted white goo, before zooming out to show Bakugou’s scowl. “What the fuck is wrong with this shitty chocolate?” He kept stirring, even more vigorously this time, and looked down at the mixture as if he was trying to set it on fire with his glare.

Todoroki and Yaoyorozu were tucked a little ways away, snickering quietly as they watched from a safe distance away. Across from Bakugou, leaning casually against the counter, Uraraka smiled gleefully.

“Hur-dur, ‘what kind of idiot can’t temper chocolate?’ ” she mimicked, her voice lowered in an approximation of the blonde’s low growl. Uraraka laughed, and then ducked as a chocolate-covered spatula sailed over her head.

“FUCK OFF, ROUND FACE!” 

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smolbean678 reblogged kryssalys ochaakou:

reasons you should stan uraraka ochako, u.a.’s farming goddess and resident bakugou whisperer:

- has probably saved about half of the “from scratch” episodes by virtue of being the only person in the entire u.a. test kitchen who can consistently temper chocolate

- speaking of chocolate, this woman pulled the hardest flex by making her own chocolate from a raw cacao pod, and then proceeded to make chocolate chicken mole with it just to prove to the haters that she could 

- is the acting president of the musutafu ninniclub, a japanese club for lovers of garlic. she also openly admits to sleeping with a ninnikyun plushie, aka the club mascot which is apparently a giant garlic clove (seriously, you can’t make this shit up guys)

- vocal advocate of Feeding Japan, a hunger relief organization that works to combat food insecurity, and is frequently seen volunteering at food banks and soup kitchens (1) (2) (3) (4)

- a lot of the ingredients she features in the “farm to table” series come from her parent’s farm! (pics) she grew up working at her parents’ stall at her hometown farmer’s market and promotes buying locally to support regional farms and businesses.

- this masterpiece of a tweet: “I love food and I love to eat. If someone wants to shame me for my body then they can go fuck themselves.”

- creates recipes that not only taste good but are also healthy, quick, easy and beginner friendly – yes, I’m looking at you, mr. bakugou “just fucking flip it and reduce for 3 days” katsuki – see the archive of her recipes here (x)

- has a tiktok dedicated entirely to trolling todoroki’s reactions with weird flavors of soba, these are my favorites (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)

- she’s a self-taught chef who started as a dishwasher and worked up to being the sous chef at ryuko tatsuma’s restaurant dragoon before coming to the u.a. test kitchen and was regularly praised by food critics (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

- has single-handedly saved u.a. millions of yen from that one time she stopped bakugou from ‘accidentally’ exploding an air fryer

- speaks fluent baku-rage, not to mention their chemistry is off the charts hoO BOY the slow burn is fucking real y’all

alright there’s so much more stuff but I fucking hate formatting links, so watch farm to table and follow uraraka on social media (twitter / instagram / tiktok) because this queen deserves our love. thanks for coming to my ted talk.

hoooooot-hoot:

[link] to the twitter thread for my fellow kacchako shippers, i gotchu

54,230 notes #ua test kitchen #kacchako #stan uraraka #bakugou better worship our queen or im gonna throw hands

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“Ugh.” Uraraka glared down at the sad, deflated lumps sitting in the middle of her ramekins. “Where is Aoyama when you need him?” 

“That looks pathetic,” a blunt voice said, and Uraraka sighed as Bakugou came into the camera frame, leaning over the counter to peer into one cup with a skeptical look. “What the hell are you making?” 

“Well, it’s supposed to be a pistachio-strawberry souffle.” She huffed, rubbing at her neck in frustration. “I can’t figure out how to get the nuts to distribute evenly… and it’s just not rising? I don’t get it – I remade my pastry cream like, three times, I know it’s fine, and I buttered my molds but it just…”

“You try freezing the molds after you butter them?” A frown came over Uraraka’s face as she shook her head. Bakugou grabbed one of the little cups, prodding the contents with a finger, and made a face. “Keeps it from contaminating your mixture and fucking up the rise.”

“When I make them at home, they’re usually fine at room temp,” she said dejectedly. “I don’t know why I can’t get it right today.” 

The camera zoomed in a little, focusing on Bakugou’s expression as he glanced towards Uraraka. He looked a little concerned, and after a beat of silence, he came around the counter to stand beside her.

“Oi, don’t get all mopey on me, Cheeks.” He nudged her shoulder lightly, settling a hand across the back of Uraraka’s neck. “You good?” 

She sighed heavily, leaning a little into his hand. “Yeah, yeah, I just… I don’t know. My brain isn’t working right now.” 

“Tch.” Bakugou looked over the mess of bowls spread across the counter, eyes settling on the deflated looking egg-whites on one side. “Look – I’ll help ya out, just this once. Don’t quit on me now, yeah?

She blinked, looking up at him with furrowed brows. “But I thought… don’t you have that thing, with –”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. This is more important,” he said, shrugging off his leather jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Uraraka just looked back at him in confusion. 

“But…” She bit her lip hesitantly. “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah.” Bakugou smirked back at her as he tied on his apron. “I got you, Cheeks.” 

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[Video: Todoroki, frozen in place with blank eyes and noodles falling out of his mouth as someone shakes his unresponsive body]

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Uraraka rubbed her eyes, blinking as she gaped.

“You…” She looked up at him, chin trembling. “Did you really…?”

“Tch.” Bakugou huffed, trying to hide a smile. “What, your eyes don’t work now, Cheeks?” he teased. 

“I just - ” Uraraka pinched herself, yelping at the pain, before a huge, toothy smile broke out across her face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you actually did it.” 

“You did get on your knees and beg, so…” He shrugged, snickering as Uraraka approached the counter reverently, her face glowing in sheer joy. “Ten kinds of mochi, as fuckin’ promised.”

She turned to him pleadingly. “Can I…?” 

“I already took the photos.” He nodded at the spread, a rainbow of different colors delicately arranged with a pot of tea, ready to be eaten. “Go for it, babygirl.”

Uraraka already had a daifuku mochi halfway to her mouth, lips open as she got ready to take a bite, when an unfamiliar voice cut into the video. 

“Wait a second.” Both of them paused to look at the camera in confusion. “Did he just call you babygirl?” 

There was a beat of silence, before Uraraka’s face exploded into a bright red blush. Next to her, Bakugou quietly muttered, “Fuck.”

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[Photo: an image featuring white sheets and pillows, a woman’s bare upper back, and messy brown hair with a woman’s face half-buried in a pillow]

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SHIP KACCHAKO @retrograade – Jun 04, 2XXX RT @marsali: I. FUCKING. CALLED. IT. 

THIS IS WHAT DREAMS ARE MADE OF @marsali – 21m @retrograade THE SHIP HAS SAILED I REPEAT THE SHIP HAS SAILED #kacchako [media attached]

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[drakrite]

real name : raihan valentin dumont

single or taken : verse dependent; however, in main verse, he’s taken  &  engaged to @glrchmp​

abilities or powers : he doesn’t really have any powers or abilities as he’s a human with no real ... outlet of such? but i guess an ability is that he is fully capable of understanding communication between dragons in behavior. a lot of it is influenced from his origins and bloodline.

eye colour : turquoise, but refer to this post for more details.

hair colour : black . 

family members :  dahlia andrea dumont ; mother, alive, auguste myles dumont ; father, deceased, aurora rose dumont ; older twin sister, alive, nahla eloise dumont ; younger sister, alive.

pets : he doesn’t have pets but he has loads of pokemon. but i guess for this his duraludon is always out and about at his side.

something they don’t like : betrayal of trust, raihan isn’t the type to forgive easily  &  he sure as hell isn’t the one to trust easily. he also doesn’t enjoy it when people get in his business and put their unwanted two - cents into matters that doesn’t really concern them. he’s a very independent guy  &  unless he asks for your input; don’t give it.

hobbies/activities :  he’s big on fashion, he also enjoys make up, self - care, and always has a habit of cooking and baking loads of food when friends come over. he’s into singing, dancing, playing instruments like the violin, piano, cello, and saxophone.  reading, researching, writing, calligraphy, and exercising are things he also participates in too. he’s also into mixing drinks.

ever hurt anyone before : yes. he has, physically, and verbally. but a lot of this happened during his younger years. i would never excuse that and say he didn’t hurt people. but he got into a lot of fights as a kid and they weren’t light; he has gotten his shit kicked in  &  he’s kicked some poor kid’s ass multiple times. he doesn’t now, he knows better; but he isn’t afraid to fight someone if it’s needed.

animal that represents them : i feel like... he’s always given me wolf vibes

worst habits : he fiddles with his phone a LOT when he’s nervous. looking away from everything and everyone, he also has a habit of burying himself in his hoodie to hide away. he shuts people out too  &  craves isolation when he’s not well. just give him time  &  space, he’ll come around.

role models : his father  &  his aunt. but they’re both dead.

sexual orientation : biromantic / bisexual.

thoughts on marriage/kids : he doesn’t mind either. in fact, he’d love to be a father one day. (in the main verse, he does have kids with leon)  &  marriage was always a touchy concept for him. even when he was a child,  &  as an adult he struggled with actually thinking it was something for him. but with leon in his life, he really saw himself with no one else; that’s when raihan knew he really did want to settle down. if he were to do it, it’d be with leon if he’d have him.

style preferences : he doesn’t mind the clothes he wears. like, literally, you can put him in feminine clothes  &  he won’t care at all. the guy is so comfortable in his skin  &  his body that there’s no ... real issue with him wearing such attires. but usually he enjoys street clothes, or he enjoys more formal styles of clothing when he’s having a really good morning. 

approach to friendships : he’s a friendly guy. but he doesn’t let people in really quickly. he has to get along with people  &  he usually puts people through  a lot of heavy judgement. he’s not an easy guy but it’s ... tied to his defense mechanisms. he’s always open to meeting new people but it’s something you gotta work for if you really wanna be a part of his circle.

thoughts on pie : he’s not picky in general, but if you put pumpkin pie in front of him he’s going to be pissed.

favourite drink : coffee with lots of milk  &  sugar. water, peppermint  &  lavender tea,  &  a very wide assortment of alcoholic drinks.

favourite place to spend time at : he enjoys clubs a lot more than he ever gives it credit for. he also just enjoys going out shopping, to bars, he just doesn’t enjoy spending all his time at his house. but there are times where he needs to chill out  &  relax.

swim in the lake or in the ocean :  he’d prefer a lake, but if he’s with his milotic. he’ll tolerate the ocean.

their type : he really loves passionate people, he enjoys people that know when to let go  &  have fun. those willingly to let him be himself  &  allow themselves to be true to themselves. personal baggage isn’t something that’s a dealbreaker for him in relationships, he has baggage too so it’d be negligent  &  hypocritical of him to hold that sort of standard.

camping or indoors :  he loves camping, he always prefers the outdoors than indoors.

tagged by : @kagomiko​ tagging: @glrchmp​, @barrika-dark​, @obsiidianblu​, @oleasters​, you.

[londonfog-chan]

Abbacchi x Reader: Sudoh Buck AU

The coffee shop Abbacchio THIRST everyone keeps losing their collective shit over on AO3 and admittedly the chapter where I decided I was one thirsty ass bitch. All characters aged up.

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"Ok, fucking Darth Vader over here, whoever has their headset on turn it the fuck off! Sounds like you're doing something gross!"

Darth Vader is an understatement. Whenever someone leaves their headset on and does any task, your ears are assaulted with what sounds like some mouth breather huffing directly into your ear canal.

Not even two shifts into Passione and you're already showing your coworkers that you have the capacity to look innocent, but have the mouth of a sailor. In a fitting turn of events you've been put on customer support, free to fuck off wherever you wish and cuss all you want on the headset. No one at your store appreciates your humor, in fact any time you make a joke they conveniently pretend they don't hear you or they grimace until the situation becomes awkward and you have to shut your mouth before you make an even bigger ass of yourself. Here at this location, the boys eat it up with a spoon. They can't get enough of your jokes, encouraging you whenever they force a headset on your head the minute you clock in. Even the new girl Trish, a pretty thing with dyed pink hair and a smile that goes for miles, joins in on the never ending train of dirty jokes, profanities, and general riff raff that makes Bruno bitch at everyone involved like a single mother.

But at the moment, the breathing most certainly does not belong to Bruno. Usually he's the one who always casually reminds people when they leave their headsets on.

"Mista!" you growl, "Turn it off or breathe less!"

"It's not me." he insists, the beep of the warming oven being cut off as he mutes himself.

"Narancia, I love you but I don't need to hear what it's like for you to get laid!"

"Negative babe~... I'm on drive bar." Narancia replies.

"Trish?"

"Not me hunty." she answers, and the sound of the wind in her headset confirms this.

"Fugo, I swear to fuck-..."

"It's me. Fugo doesn't have a headset."

Immediately you press on the sprayer head a little too hard and the back splash soaks the entire front of your apron and your uniform shirt. The voice you're greeted with on the headset is totally foreign, and unmistakably sexy. A low hum, almost like Bruno's baritone, and much like the rest of the crew you've come to love it's colored with the slightest hue of an accent that makes your knees start to knock together. Admittedly you're bad with voices and just as worse with names. You can't put a face to this voice no matter how hard you try, and it's no wonder considering that out of all the stores in the district, Passione has more employees than any of them, including H. Green and S. Platinum locations which are always overstaffed because of the sheer amount of business compared to the meager crowds you get at Ogre Street.

But... With that voice... if you were a customer you'd fucking live at that drive thru just to hear him read back your order to you.

"Woah..." you're nearly moaning the words "I'm wet in more ways than one, who the fuck is this?"

"It's Leone." he replies, voice low and sultry, "Sorry about that, I was eating a bagel."

Leone... who the fuck is Leone? Surely he has to be one of the other baristas whose names you never bothered to learn... doesn't really matter to you when you have constant attention of the store's man candy. But suddenly this is a whole new person with the sexiest voice you've ever heard giving you attention like everyone else. For very obvious reasons, this piques your interest.

"I don't recognize your voice." you said, putting down the whisk you were rinsing. "What's your last name?"

"Abbacchio." he responds. "We haven't met face to face yet, but I've seen you before. You're the beanie from Ogre Street right? It's nice to finally talk to you. I think you're really pretty."

... Oh sweet baby Jesus why aren't you taking the wheel yet!?

"Aww, and aren't you just a sweetheart?" you murmur, leaning over the sink as your voice drops to a near whisper. "Wait... Aren't you the one with the pretty handwriting in the book?"

His chuckle makes you honest to god swoon, and even Bruno peeks his head in to check on you when you make that kind of a noise.

"Yes, that's me." he confirms. "And you're the one with the great customer service. I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you, but I've been listening for a while. I really like your attitude. You're much more fun than your coworkers."

“Really?" you ask, taking up more dirty dishes, "Big shocker there, I'm surprised no one at this store is drooling over Ogre Street's heartthrob one miss Kimmy."

"Meh. I think the consensus is that you're the favorite barista out of everyone from your store if we're being honest."

That's Narancia, and even Abbacchio agrees with the rest of the crew. They all start complimenting you, how you never ask stupid questions, you try to help out any way you can. They honestly can't go two minutes without berating the other coworkers. It's all things you'd normally do to try and be helpful, but you're not sure exactly why it's so endearing to all of them. You're just another barista? It's never mattered to anyone this much before. Especially when you always come home in tears at your other location. It must be that you're not used to receiving compliments in such abundance.

"Agreed." reaffirms Abbacchio. "You're really agreeable, and I like your jokes. Your laugh is really sexy."

"Well aren't you a flatterer." you smile, putting the dishes to soak in the sani solution before throwing them for another go in the dish washer. "But I like having my ego stroked. Tell me more about how I'm wonderful, Abbacchio."

You can tell he's about to reply, until you hear the mournful "ding" from the drive thru sensors indicate that someone wants to order. You hear him tell you "hold that thought" before he turns his charms the customer.

"Hello there..." he purrs into the headset, "Welcome to Sudoh Buck, what can I get started for you today?"

The customer murmurs an "oh wow" before she remembers why she came here in the first place.

"Um yes hi can I please get a..."

It doesn't take much for you to zone out and return to your task. As soon as you finish up this set of dishes, you'll be able to take your last ten before you go home for the day. Customer Support is one of those coveted positions because you have little to no interactions with customers at a busy store. Bruno sets you to work with a task list, you work to the limit on the timer on your apron. Whenever it goes off, you have to drop what you're doing and come back to front to brew coffee. If anyone needs anything, like if Mista runs out of warming bags or Narancia needs more cups or milk, all they have to do is press the button on the headset and set you forth to do their bidding. Admittedly, you don't find yourself going straight home anymore. Even your brother, stoic and nonchalant, makes comments about it whenever you come home an hour or two later than the time you're supposed to. Mom, well, she's a worrier, and thinks you're getting up to no good shenanigans. But let's be real, when you live in the house you live in any trysts with potential suitors goes out the window. Your brother is in college and his schedule is unpredictable, and your mom is a homemaker.

The minute Abbacchio tells the flustered woman to pull up to the window, he returns to shower you with compliments over the headset, calling you the prettiest thing he's ever seen to put on an apron, how cute your angry face looks when you're totally focused on bar, even busting out some cutesy nicknames that make you squirm as you try to finish up your dishes. Strangely enough, everyone else is silent on the headset, letting you and Abbacchio get acquainted with one another to your heart's content, the lull in the conversation only happening when a customer pulls up. Eventually, like all good things, the compliments come to an end and the conversation turns to other topics.

"So you said you live with your mom?" Abbacchio asks after taking an order of five different fraps. You can hear Narancia cussing softly as he has to make each individual drink.

"Yeah, my mom and my big brother." you affirm. "It's the most I can afford in this town. Everything's so goddamn expensive, I couldn't even afford to make the first and last month's rent on the cheapest place in town, and my brother can't move in with me yet since he's doing school full time. But enough about me, what about you?"

"Mm? What about me?" he asks, flirt evident in his voice.

"Which country do I have to thank for that blessed ass accent you have?"

"That's Italy." he laughs. "I've been with the company for over six years, I started out at the reserve roastery in Milan and came here when Buccellati offered me a job. I came on a work visa, and now you can't get rid of me. I'm one of your shift supervisors."

"Well, temp supervisor anyway." you respond rather sadly. "It's too bad this store hadn't been opened before I got hired. Otherwise I would have loved to start here."

"I still think you should transfer." interjects Trish. "No one likes Ogre Street anyways."

"I... I'd have to think about it."

"What's there to think about anyway?" Abbacchio asks, and you stop scrubbing the chocolate pump for a minute. "If you transfer here, I'd get to talk to you every single day. Tips are shit but you can move up if you'd like."

"And the best part is if you transfer here, we can see your huge ass every time you bend over." Mista chimes in.

"MISTA! WE ARE AT WORK!" Bruno sounds exasperated over the headset.

"Oh yeah, my bad boss. I mean to say we can see your venti ass every time you bend over."

Everyone loses their shit for a minute to laugh as Bruno begins to berate the very bad and naughty warming man off headset. Before he mutes, you can hear him threaten disciplinary action, and you can't stop howling in the back. Nearly falling over just thinking about it.

"So how about it cuteness?" Abbacchio asks, and his voice is so warm and inviting you can't help but smile. "Think it's worth us stealing you away to stay here?"

"Yeah... I dunno. Like I said, I'd have to think about it. Besides, I think working here would just give my mommy an excuse to show up more often..."

A shrill sound assaults your ears, the timer, and you sigh.

"Now the age old question..." you wonder aloud, "What the fuck did I brew last?"

"I know we've been selling a lot of medium and dark." Abbacchio replies. "And it's already ten thirty, just cut the blonde and do full batches. Narancia can do pour overs."

"Ah yes," you can hear the mischief in Narancia's voice. "My special americano pour overs."

"You know Narancia, one of these days corporate is gonna walk in and see all the shit you do and your ass is going to get canned." you respond, laughing as you wash your hands in the employee sink before going back out to front.

"Fuck it." he laughs. "It won't bother me none, Buccellati can take care of me with all that Mama Daddy money he's got."

"Oh hey, cara mia, when you come up to front, come to drive. I've got something for you."

That was Abbacchio, and for a hot minute you're almost nervous, like a first date, at the prospect of seeing him face to face.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"Well," you hear the rustle of the bag, "It's cat shaped, and really cute, like a certain barista I know..."

"OOOOOOOOH DADDY!" you squeal. "You've just made me the happiest girl on earth!"

He's found your weakness. The quickest way for any man to get to your heart is to dangle some motherfucking food in your face, no lie. Even your brother has commented on more than one occasion that if anyone wanted to take you all they had to do was dangle a fucking cupcake in your face and you were toast. And it doesn't help that you called your mom squealing about the cute little kitty shaped cake pops they had out for the season.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Come and get this and we can meet in person."

Ever the one to be lured in with the prospect of free food, you run your ass to the front, nearly bowling over Mista as you skid to a halt at the nook where the drive thru window is located. To your ever lasting shock, you come face to face with the last person you'd ever expect to be flirting with you so boldly.

"Holy shit..." you breathe. "Abbacchio?"

It's the dude who gang faced you the first day you came in, and ironically the one who got fed up with your friend's bar time. Silver hair pulled into a pony tail, glistening purple lips, snatched makeup that's too perfect for a barista... All put together in a black apron. His glare never leaves his face, but maybe... Just maybe, he's like your brother and just has a very bad case of resting bitch face. Because you get a little hopeful when he sees you and his lipstick mouth smiles, beckoning you over with a warming bag in his hand. When Abbacchio reaches in, he pulls out the very treat you've been craving all day since you've seen it. This is the best part of the job. Sometimes some customers forget they get food and never come back, and it just sits there for hours until someone has to throw it away, or they'll change their mind last minute about the food, or worse yet someone on warming (Mista) will fuck up an order and get the wrong sandwich. If it's a sandwich, nine times out of ten you have to toss it, but if it's a sweet treat it's usually fair game for anyone to enjoy since it will just go in the trash. You love to have the mistake foods, sometimes you'll take them to your brother at the college, or more often than not you'll take them home to share with your mother. She loves sweets, and working for a coffee chain she normally can't afford to frequent is such a rare treat that you love to spoil her.

"Oh my god!" you coo, "Is that a kitty cat cake poop just for me??"

"Just for you." he chuckles. "Why do you call it that anyway?"

"I dunno. For some reason the feral part of my brain activates whenever I see words and I just like to play around with them and mutter weird things to myself. I tried telling it to my SM at Ogre Street and he told me I better not call it that, otherwise I might slip and call it a cock pop or something."

He can't help the smile that spreads over his face, and he suddenly gets a very naughty glint in his eye as he twirls the cake pop in your direction.

"So?" he asks. "You made such a big to do about being friendly on the headset. Be a good girl and take a bite of the treat I worked so hard to get for you. Come on, take a big nom nom out of this cock pop~."

You hope and pray that by some stroke of bad luck that no one you know outside of work just heard that. Not one to be shown up when it comes to flirting, you don't miss a beat as you step forward. With a look in your face that would make your mother faint if she knew how filthy you were being, you waste no time in licking a stripe slowly up the cake pop before taking a fat ass bite out of the head. Abbacchio's grin could split his entire face in half, and even more so when you use your teeth to pull the pop stick out of his hand.

"Hey... hunty, question?" it's Trish interrupting the positively predatory stares you and Abbacchio are giving each other. She's been listening in this whole time.

"Yes Trisha my love?" you respond, not taking your eyes off Abbacchio.

"Just one question... Can you eat pussy like that?"

A cacophony of screams and your screech of "NASTY WOMAN" makes Trish lose her shit outside, and Bruno swears up and down from the back office that he's going to write up the next person who says something filthy over headset during his shifts.

[samsonet]

There daily I wander as noon rises high,

This is how Raihan becomes Bede’s brother.

Title from Robert Burns’ “Afton Water”

*

Raihan isn’t used to watching the finals from the sidelines.

He tries to relax in his league-assigned seat, still feeling like any moment now someone will come to ask why he’s not on the pitch.

With every word the commentator says, the sense of wrongness only grows stronger. It should be him out there. It should be him planting his feet into the grass, summoning sandstorms and roaring at his opponent. For the past eight seasons, it has been him in that position, him on the pitch, him and Leon —

“Let's give a round of applause for Galar’s beloved champion, Gloria!”

The earth orbits around a new sun now.

“And on the other side of the pitch, the elite gym leader, the champion’s rival himself—”

Raihan—

“— Bede!”

Raihan sighs, not entirely sure what he’s feeling.

“A bit of sadness,” a voice says, “mixed with some excitement at seeing what these young ones can do. And some pride, too, perhaps.”

Raihan blinks, but he’s had enough experience with Opal to not jump at her sudden appearances.

“Why are you here? I thought you retired.”

“I did!” Opal hums happily. “Now I’m getting to enjoy my retirement — and what grandparent wouldn’t want the chance to see their grandchild battling the champion?”

Bede’s been training under her for what, three months? She jumped into the fairy godmother role pretty quick, didn’t she.

Opal says, “Perhaps it was a bit reckless of me to declare him my successor so quickly… But sometimes you can look at a person and know that you were meant to help them.”

On the pitch, Bede’s Rapidash lands a critical hit. Bede grins. Gloria grins. Raihan is abruptly reminded of his sixth battle against Leon, the first time he’d tried using a weather team. Leon won, of course, but instead of the usual sportsmanlike handshake, he’d given Raihan a full-bodied hug. After all, being the champion’s rival meant he was the champion’s friend, too.

Opal says, “Still, I do worry about whether I can properly care for him. I’m willing to listen to any troubles he has, of course, but he is a young boy, after all. He may not feel comfortable sharing everything with an old woman like me. If he had an older brother, perhaps...”

She looks at him meaningfully.

Raihan knows better than to offer his help; if the fairy queen wants a favor from him, she has to be direct about it.

But Opal doesn’t ask. She seems to feel like she’s said everything that needs to be said, and she merely sits back and watches the match.

The battle ends.

Gloria does not hug Bede.

*

Raihan pays more attention to Bede after that.

He would watch Bede’s matches anyway, because it’s only a matter of time before they’d have to face each other in a ranking tournament, but now Raihan’s observing the kid himself instead of just his battle style.

Bede’s history is no secret. During his challenge, the league milked the scrappy-orphan angle for all it was worth. A kid who came from nothing, fighting to earn a place in the world… It tugs at the heartstrings. Theoretically, anyway. While the PR people tried to spin Bede’s proud demeanor as a defense mechanism, a lot of the fans found challenger Bede unbearably smug.

Raihan grew up in a loving upper-class family with both parents and two sisters, so he doesn’t have family issues as an excuse. As a challenger, he’d been smug because he really thought he was all that. Well. He still is kinda cocky, and he still sorta is all that. Because the fans like it, because there’s nothing quite so satisfying as seeing a cocky bastard get taken down a peg or two.

The fans won’t get to see Raihan taken down a peg anymore. Sure, he’ll still be losing, to Gloria and Melony and who knows, maybe Bede too -- but that mixture of pride and humiliation is reserved for Leon and Leon only.

But Leon isn't the champion anymore.

Gloria seems to like battling Bede. Bede seems to like battling her. Their inexperience is obvious, though. Their battles seem to be fun and challenging for both of them, which is the important thing, but they haven’t quite gotten the hang of the performance part yet.

If he had an older brother, perhaps…

Is it an insult, that Opal would be so transparent in what she wants from Raihan? Or is it a show of respect, a way of saying that she’s not going to try to manipulate him? But even transparent manipulation is manipulation all the same…

Raihan leans back, putting a hand over his mouth in thought. He’s not the champion’s rival anymore. That was his place in Galar, his place in the league. He may still be the strongest gym leader, but the role feels empty now that Leon and Piers are gone.

Would the role be just as fulfilling if he became the big brother to the younger gym leaders?

He can try.

*

The next time Raihan sees Bede, it’s at one of the champion’s invite-only tournaments.

The champion has invited all her rivals, and between the battles the four of them stick together in the same corner. Raihan’s curious what they’re talking about, of course, but he gives them space. None of them are his little siblings, after all.

When the tournament finishes (with the champion victorious, naturally), Raihan walks out with the other participants.

Leon and Piers are waiting in the lobby. Raihan gives them a wave and they wave back, but it’s obvious they’re not there for him.

“Lee!”

Hop gives a running jump into his brother’s arms. Marnie has a more dignified motion as she walks toward Piers, but Raihan sees the way her mouth curls up at the corners. The little champion gives a wave goodbye to her rivals; she probably has some business to attend to in another city.

That leaves Bede as the list of the four, looking vaguely upset but not saying anything about it.

So Raihan does. “Hey, Leon, Piers. Whaddya say we take our little sibs to get something to eat? They fought hard, they deserve it. My treat.”

Piers raised his visible eyebrow, but he nods.

It’s Leon, always perceptive, that asks: “Our siblings?”

“Yep!” Raihan looks to Bede, reaching out a hand in invitation. “Bede, can you do me a favor and be my little bro for the afternoon? Leon’s not in the league anymore, but I still have to beat him in something.”

Bede gives him a look of offended confusion. Then he looks toward Leon and Hop.

Raihan sees Hop’s face, how he wears the same expression Leon does when the sponsors force him to drink chia juice.

Raihan sees Bede’s expression change, how his frown slowly turns into a knife cat smile.

Bede nods, reaching out and holding Raihan by the wrist. “I would love to.”

*

They go to McDucklett’s, one of the few places where people don’t look twice at a bunch of regional celebrities sitting down to eat.

Raihan’s the only one who orders a full meal. Leon and Piers get salads, the tossers. Hop and Marnie both want kids meals, with the potential tiny plush toy of a gym leader’s signature Pokémon. And Bede…

Bede’s staring at the menu, seemingly overwhelmed by all the choices. Has he really never been in a McDucklett’s before?

Oh. No, he probably hasn’t. Between the orphanage and Rose, fast food is probably the last kind of food he’s ever had the chance to try.

“Why don’t I get you some nuggets?” Raihan suggests.

Bede nods vigorously.

Raihan orders him a kids meal as well, and quietly asks the employee for a set of utensils to go with it.

While the grownups are eating their meals, the kids start by opening their toys. Hop has a tiny version of Milo’s Appletun, while Marnie gets Melony’s Lapras. By some coincidence or luck or fairy magic, Bede’s toy is an Alcremie.

He picks it up with something like reverence, lightly tracing its frosting swirls with one finger. He looks around the table, probably trying to find someplace to set it down, then puts it in his lap.

With the toys out of the way, Bede pulls out his box of nuggets. He stares at them as though unsure how they’re supposed to be eaten.

Raihan is torn between laughing at the kid’s hesitation and feeling sorry for him. Eventually, the latter wins out.

He swallows the bite of his burger and says, “There should be a knife and fork in there if you need ‘em. I know they’ve got a weird texture, but they’re pretty good.”

Bede follows his directions, spearing a nugget and taking a delicate bite.

Hop snorts. Raihan glares at him and is gratified to see Leon is giving an identical look. Big brother instincts.

The rest of the meal passes with minimal drama. Bede seems satisfied with nuggets and apple slices. That’s good. Raihan doesn’t want to imagine what would happen if Opal found out he’d sent Bede home hungry.

After the other pairs say their goodbyes and head out, Bede turns to Raihan and asks, “Can you watch Alcremie while I wash my hands?”

“Sure.”

Bede sets the doll on a dry spot on the table. “I know your hands are greasy, so don’t touch her. Just make sure nobody else takes her.”

“I got it, don’t worry.”

Bede heads to the restroom. Raihan examines the toy Alcremie, leaning in close to look in its sewn-on eyes.

“Is this what you wanted, Opal?” he asks. “Am I doing well?”

The Alcremie only stares back. It has a knowing smile on its face.

*

When Bede comes back, he insists that Raihan wash his hands, too. Raihan thought it was a euphemism, but no, apparently the kid really doesn’t like the idea of greasy fingers.

After that, he’s ready to go home. Raihan offers to at least walk him back to the station. Bede accepts without protest.

It’s when they’re halfway there that he says, with forced aloofness, “I know you’re only doing all of this because Opal told you to.”

“What?”

“Don’t lie to me. She told you I needed a big brother, right? She told me the same thing. Well, I don’t need anybody. I’m a gym leader now. I’ll be fine even when Opal… even when she d…”

And, oh shit, that is not something Raihan even thought of when wondering why Opal would ask him for this. He’s stunned speechless for a moment, mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something reassuring but not patronizing.

At last he says, “I mean… even if she did ask me, I asked you along ‘cause I wanted to. You’re going to be around for a while, right? It’s just smart to try to get on your good side.”

Bede doesn’t say anything to that.

Raihan continues: “And if I may — I gotta say, I see a lot of myself in you. The elite gym leader who rivals the champion? That’s been my life since I was sixteen. If there’s anyone who’ll beat Gloria, it’ll be you.”

He knows the counter the moment he says it, already imagining Bede saying the way you beat Leon? with a sneer on his face.

But to his surprise, Bede does not say that. He only tilts his head, his expression somewhere between flattered and confused.

Then he says, “If you want to stay on my ‘good side,’ you should take me to McDucklett’s again sometime.”

*

When they reach Ballonlea, Opal is waiting. She greets them with a smile, one long-nailed finger beckoning them in.

[killercoda666]

BRUABBA FANFICTION SHIT

I suck at grammar...just letting y’all know!

Bruno Buccellati has always had a sensitive stomach. Almost everything he eats would hurt his stomach. When he dated Abbacchio he refused to eat anything on their dates. For the fear of his stomach would act out at the wrong time.

One night on one of their dates Abbacchio questioned Bruno about his food. watching his boyfriend poke at his food with his fork.

“Bruno do you ever touch your food? This is our 3rd date and you never eat anything you just play with it. “ Leone asked.

Bruno looked up at him and smiled gently

“I’m just not hungry.” He lied. He grabs his stomach as it’s growling. He wanted to eat so bad but he didn’t want to go through the horrid pain while out in public.

Leone raised his brow in suspicion.

“Why don’t we go back to my place, watch a movie and stay the night?” Leone pretty much demanded.

Bruno hesitated for a moment and agreed to go to his place. “Sure sounds like fun.” Bruno smiled.

“Let me box this up for you so you can have it later.” Leone grabbed a To go box from the waiter and started to dish up his food.

Bruno laid his hands on Leone’s and they both looked at each other for a brief second.

“I got this you don’t have to...” Leone interrupted Bruno.. “I don’t but I want to.”

Leone looked a little agitated for a moment. Bruno backed off for a second and frowned. Now he’s embarrassed. He feels like he upset Leone. He brushed it off as nothing until Later they started walking to Leone’s apartment. It was a nice silent walk. The roads were quiet and not many people were out and about. The only sounds were crickets chirping and the water splashing against the beach. They didn’t say anything on the way. It was a bit awkward for Bruno. He was embarrassed that he didn’t even eat a bite of his food that his boyfriend payed for. “I apologize Leone.” Bruno finally broke the awkward silence. “For what...?” Leone responded looking at the brunette confused.

“That I didn’t eat anything during dinner. I feel like I have insulted you three times now and I’m sorry.”

Leone laughed a bit. “ I’m not mad and you don’t need to apologize for it. If your not hungry I get it. I drank my life away for 3 years until I met you. I never actually ate a lot either.” Leone looked at Bruno and smiled. He patted him on the back and kissed him on the cheek.

Bruno blushes and kisses him back. “ I still feel bad though.”

They finally got back to the apartment and settled down. Leone sat down on the couch and invited Bruno to join. Bruno couldn’t resist and jumped on top his lover. Leone laughed and grabbed Bruno’s face and squished it. “You are so adorable!!”

Bruno smiled and squished Leone’s face back. “Cutie!!” Bruno laughed.

“ hey I’m going to make the popcorn. Why don’t you pick a movie.” Leone said. “ I don’t care what you pick.” Leone got up and left for the kitchen. Bruno can hear the rustling and crunching of the packages in the kitchen.

Bruno was browsing through the movie channels and picked a random movie. He didn’t really care either when it comes to entertainment. He stares at the tv and gets hypnotized by its pictures and sounds that he didn’t even hear Leone ask him what he wanted to drink.

“Bruno....? Bruno? Want anything to drink? Hey....” Leone walks back out to the living room and sees Bruno staring into nothingness. “Sweetie?!” Leone says a bit louder.

“HUH?! I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” Bruno finally snaps out of it and looks back at Leone.

Leone laughed and asked the same question again. “Want anything to drink? Wine, soda, milk, water?”

Bruno had to think about it. What wouldn’t hurt his stomach? Wine makes him queasy, soda gives him bad gas, milk makes everything hurt worse and would possibly give him bad diarrhea. “I’ll take water please.” Bruno smiled up at Leone.

Leone started making the popcorn And within a minute the apartment smelled like delicious buttery popcorn. It made his stomach scream for food. Bruno rubs his belly trying to calm it down.

“That smells so good hun!!” Bruno tried to take his mind off of his hunger. Leone walked in with the bowl of popcorn and some water.

Leone sat down next to Bruno and offered him some popcorn. At this point Bruno hesitated but he couldn’t resist the smell of the popped corn and ate some. “What did you pick out to watch?” Leone asked.

“I don’t know I just chose something random on tv.” Bruno tried to respond with the popcorn in his mouth.

Leone looked at Bruno in awe. “You are actually eating something?!” Bruno stares at Leone continued to eat the popcorn.

Within the first hour of the movie Bruno ate the whole bowl of popcorn with out realizing it. He looks down and sees an empty bowl before him. “Shit... I’m in for it now.” Bruno thought. So far no pain. Maybe tonight he might get off Scott free for the pain but of course he was going to be wrong. Leone decided to lay on Bruno’s stomach while watching the movie, Bruno started to feel gross and then it hit him like a ton of bricks. His stomach wasn’t happy that he ate a whole bowl of popcorn. Maybe if he took his mind off of it, it wouldn’t hurt so bad. But then his stomach started making upset and angry sounds. “GGGrrRROoowWL!!” His stomach screamed and moaned. “Honey are you feeling ok?” Leone heard the screams his boyfriends stomach was making.

Bruno couldn’t even say anything he was too embarrassed. Then His stomach made another loud sloshing gurgling sound. “GgRroOWwwlL!!!”

“Jesus Christ is that your stomach?!” Leone immediately got up.

Bruno couldn’t even move. He was frozen in fear. He didn’t know what to do. He was so embarrassed. He couldn’t just leave. He couldn’t even say that he needed the bathroom. Words or sounds wouldn’t come out. He just sat there emotionless. “Hun?” Leone genuinely looked worried. Bruno’s stomach continued to scream. “Babe? Honey are you ok?!” Leone rubbed Bruno’s stomach. “Is you stomach upset?” At that moment Bruno felt movement in his lower intestine

And finally broke the silence and yelled “I need the bathroom!!” He ran as fast as he could to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. He had barely enough time to make it to the toilet. He dropped his pants and let everything out. He sat there tears rolling down his face with embarrassment. He covered his mouth so no one could hear him cry. After a few minutes Leone knocked on the bathroom door. “Honey are you feeling ok? Do you need some ginger ale?” Bruno couldn’t even answer him. He just sat there crying. Then he heard the door to the bathroom open. He covered his face like it would do anything. “No....” words barely formed out of his mouth. Leone opened the door all the way to see his lover sick on the toilet. The smell not even fazing him. Bruno couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I’m sorry!! I’m so sorry!! Tears bursting out his face. He was still in pain. His stomach screamed again as He grabbed his stomach as more came out of his body. Leone smiles and rubs his boyfriend on the back. “ it’s ok just get it all out.” Bruno didn’t respond he just sat there emotionless now. It felt like a nightmare. Why would anyone love a sickly man like him? Leone tried to break the silence with stupid humor. “I guess this is a pretty shitty situation!” Leone giggles.

Bruno looks up at him with confusion and anger. Why would he make fun of the situation that he was in? “You need anything honey? Anti-acid? ginger ale? Bruno couldn’t even say one word he just buried his face in his hands.

Leone kneels by his side and kisses him on the cheek. “ I love you Bruno...” Leone whispered and left him alone to finish his business. After 20 minutes Leone heard the toilet flush and the bathroom light, light up the hallway. He sees his boyfriend hesitant to walk out due to the embarrassing moment he just produced. “ feel better?” Leone asked.

Bruno ignored Leone and headed for the front door. “Hey you don’t have to leave. Come lay down.” Leone watched Bruno hesitate for a moment and leave. Leone sprang up and followed Bruno. “Babe!!” He called out.

“Leave me alone!! Why would anyone want me?!” Those words made Bruno fall to the floor crying. Leone ran to him and cradled Bruno. “I love you! I don’t care if you get sick easily! I love you with all my heart!!” Leone started to cry. Holding Bruno tighter.

they both sat in the apartments hallway for what seemed forever. Leone picked up Bruno and carried him back to the apartment. He sat him down in Leone’s bed. “Let’s get some sleep and we can talk about this more in the morning.” But Bruno didn’t want to talk about his sensitive insides he just wanted to go home and deal with the pain on his own but knowing Leone wouldn’t let him do that. Leone laid down next to Bruno and snuggled him and stroked his hair. “I love you honey.” Leone waiting for a response he sees that his lover fell asleep.

[polygamyff]

52. Part 3

I regret complaining that nobody was calling, well I got called in the middle of the night. Now I am tired as hell “that was stressful” Zen said “don’t even want to talk about it, I feel useless when we lose someone. It’s hard, you know. Just glad to be out of the scrubs, I need some time to just process and then I guess, to the next” Zen poked his bottom lip out “let’s go and have a drink in the staff room, come. Before you go home” I have no Maurice and Reign so I might as well go for a drink “just a latte for me, you are making it” I said as I placed my bag over my shoulder “I will of course, it was touch and go though. Like I was thinking, yes she is going to make it and then no, I was nervous, but you tried your best” Zen is right “I did, death is inevitable. I know it is part of the job, it can happen. But it’s good to talk about it, but I know I will be ok, I just have to think over what went wrong. I will be fine thanks” Zen held the door open for me “didn’t expect this bitch to be here” Zen said as walked into the staff room “hey Ashanti, working the night shift” Ashanti put a finger up at Zen “why are you so rude, hey Robz. Sit with me, and yes. Doing the lovely night shift, now I am hiding here” sitting across from Ashanti “best way, Zen. That latte better be hot, I mean it. He doesn’t warm the milk right at all, I like mine hot. Like my men” Ashanti cackled “you heard her and make me one. How is you? I heard boo, sorry” I blew out air “it’s sad, I tried my best but that flat line was there to stay. I am ok, I tried my best but it’s always sad. Someone’s sister, niece, mother, daughter there but it is what it is. It is sad, but how are you? Found a man yet or you still got booty calls?.”

Ashanti waved me off “I don’t bother, I rather not give these men are title. They are all trash, I can’t even deal. I rather get my daily dick appointment and be done with it” I chuckled “you are so funny, it’s hard to find a decent man” shaking my head “I’m decent?” Zen had to add himself in “sure, anyways” I laughed saying “rude, not every man is trash. Ashanti just prefers to be single” here Zen goes putting his opinion on something he doesn’t know “no, that is wrong because if the right man comes along he will change that” I shrugged saying “did you change?” Zen retorted back at me, I pointed at him “knew you would say that but no, I changed him” I smirked saying “but was you a player? I mean like me, when you was single like me?” Ashanti asked “erm, I wouldn’t say I am? I don’t know, maybe. I felt like I wasn’t but then I did blow off, not with my mouth” I pointed out as we all laughed out “but I did, I mean play them off, men are stupid but also scary so I didn’t play them on too much. I think my fear made me stray away from them, my mom installed the fear in me. I had one guy when I was younger saying he would kill me if I wasn’t his, so my step dad walked with me every day from school. I was so ugly then too. But I wanted to be what I am now so men were on a back burner, I was into my books. I mean you can’t get to where you are by just chasing a man. Also, I am a horrible drunk, my friends all said I am a different Robyn when I am drunk and they all hated it. They say I rile up men, I play on their feelings. Get them angry, so drunk Robyn is not good” Zen placed my glass down “Jesus, let’s not ever get you drunk. That is scary, but drinking does bring out a different side, so that is inside of you. But when you do that, you need good friends around” Zen said as he walked off to get his drink “you do, I have a best friend Leon. And Maurice and I, we had a argument. And I was upset, he took me to Vegas to drown my sorrows. And as I explained what I am like, he has got like a new man in his life, so he knew I was upset but I was left to my devices. But I am a grown woman so I can’t blame him, well I feel I can’t. So anyways I have been drunk calling Maurice throughout this, I mean obviously he is who I want. I don’t remember telling him where I was anyways, so I did what drunk Robyn did and upset a guy, I left to go back to the hotel with a girl, a friend of his new man, she helped. I went to the bar in the hotel. The guy followed us with his friends” Ashanti gasped “I know, I mean I didn’t then. So I was upset speaking to the guy in the bar. The guy grabbed me from the club, I had the worst mark on my arm from it, the barman saved me. He honestly saved me from something that would have destroyed me. Maurice saw the footage, I never did. He was devastated, he was on the verge of tears what he saw. He hates Leon for it, but I don’t want to feed that and say I am upset with Leon, I am an adult. But inside I am a little upset with Leon, we haven’t spoken in a while, he is busy with his thing but I am also not happy, still I think about it” Ashanti placed her hand over her chest “Robyn, I thought that was going to go sideways” Ashanti blew out air “yeah, I didn’t ever say this to Maurice because he doesn’t like what he did, but I do feel like he left me and I have been playing it off. He knows me, he knows what I am like. So yeah” I have never said this to Maurice at all or spoke on it like I am now.

Zen and Ashanti looked relieved that I didn’t say the worst scenario “I think that is bad on his end to leave you, he like knew you was upset and I don’t know you but he should know you. Like you said you’re an awful drunk, as a friend he should know that and to not take you to Vegas? Was he trying to make you forget him? Who does that? Vegas is the devil we know that, doesn’t he like him?” Ashanti is spewing out all these questions now “he better like him, my man has done a lot for him, but he wanted me to get back at him plus yeah, forget him. I feel like he let me down, but I am an adult. I don’t know, it’s just drama I never wanted with him, but we haven’t spoken in so long” I sighed out “maybe he feels bad? Adult or not, he took you there and knew you was upset, period. I am glad that story didn’t take a turn” Ashanti shook her head “I feel like a bad friend but I do need to bring it up with him, you know” picking up the glass “I understand why Maurice would be angry, I would be angry. Like I only have a girlfriend and I would still be angry that her friend took her Vegas to forget me, that’s wild” Zen said which made me laugh “Maurice and I are not married you know?” I pointed out “I knew that I mean I didn’t. I thought you was. I swear I read that you were?” I shook my head “I am engaged to him, but it’s nice to hear other people feel and think the same as me, its kind of upset me in a way. I agree with Maurice but didn’t want to admit that to Maurice, I still think about it till this day” I sighed out “but tell me about this girlfriend!?” I spat, Zen busted out laughing “oh god, now my turn. I have only been with her for a month. I let her borrow my car and I told you my car is in repair. She crashed it, it was a mistake, she reversed back and broke the back of it. I didn’t say because it was dumb, I was so angry. Now you know why, I didn’t crash it” I can’t stop laughing “how the hell you reverse back into something, she seems funny though” Ashanti said “funny? Man, I was so angry, I was like I have to work!! Uber costs me” poor Zen “but you’re still with her? You lowkey like her?” I added “mhmm, whatever” he shrugged, he does like her a lot and it’s cute to see but she seems very basic.

“How is little Reign? Is she still ruling the home?” I blew out air shaking my head “she walks, well on and off, I am still livid I never got to witness my daughter crawl, as if the floor wasn’t good for her, she just refused to do it. I guess it wasn’t good enough to do but she is in Spain with her dad” Ashanti’ eyes widened “I am not going to lie, I am being real. But I wouldn’t work, if I had that lifestyle, it’s different to see that you want to do it. I like it, and you are so nice. I am glad to have gotten to know you” I cooed out “that is so nice to hear, moving to New York was so scary to me. I was so happy to be in Anaheim, I didn’t want to leave, and I still miss it but I have met you all, and I love it. But just to add Zen, Maurice hates you, he doesn’t like you already” I laughed “what!? Why?” Zen spat “because he loves his woman, clearly stupid. Nigga, come on. No guy will like you; I mean we barely do and I still don’t like you. And I’ve known you for three years, but I thought you was gay” I laughed at Ashanti, she is hilarious “because I like to look after myself? Fuck you, I swear. Why do girls think that shit” he is not happy “I am not saying anything” I shook my head “but back to your friend, I think you should talk to him, you need to tell him how you feel. It’s distressing on what happened to you. He should have known you as a friend but say it to him. It’s nice to talk about it” I smiled at her “I feel better to speak about it, sometimes I can’t tell Maurice because it can cause even more issues because he’s still my friend, it’s so late at night and now I can’t be bothered to leave” I chuckled, I mean I have nobody at home anyways.

I ended up staying at Mami’ home, Reign was not happy, and I was equally as tired so we both stayed here “who said this parenting thing is hard? You think daddy looks too skinny?” Reign held my leg as she hit into me “what I tell you about walking Reign, you should wait, it’s not safe” picking Reign up “come here, in your little sun dress. You ready for the outside, well daddy is going to go topless. It’s too warm out there, but do I look skinny” Reign pointed at my nose “that is my nose baby” Reign started mumble something “shall we go and eat? Mami is waiting for us?” Reign shook her head; she is determined to say no to everything. Placing my feet in my slides “you know what Reign; daddy loves Spain so much. The weather here is beautiful, I mean look at it. Just breeze and sun” walking towards the balcony “and Reign, listen to me baby. Stop doing your own thing” stepping onto the balcony “daddy’ home is there” I pointed “happy memories for papa” pressing a kiss to her cheek “let’s go anyways, you are being un-socialable because you have a sun dress on” this girl likes the sound of her own voice “just me and you, forever. You know that right? Like I am enjoying this so much more, I am happy Reign” I haven’t felt like this in a while now because things have been so shit.

Looks like they are having breakfast outside “Buenos dias Maurice” Mami said “Buenos dias” I said back making my way to her “we waited for you” Franco said “thank you, sorry. I was dressing Reign” pulling the chair out “where is papa?” sitting down at the table next to Franco “he went to open up the store, he is working there. He said he will see you later” nodding my head, placing Reign on my lap “Buenos dias Reign, hello” Mami waved at her, Reign is just staring at her “you are thinking who am I, but it’s ok Reign. You got your daddy’ ears” Mami touched her ears, Reign gave a slight smile “you really do, he has big ears” Reign just did cheese like we asked “nobody want to see your gums Mi Amor” she is crazy, wiping the drool from her chin “you enjoy being a dad?” Franco asked “yes, honestly. I would take this over anything, the love you get from your child is so pure. The word da, just melts my heart. I am happy. I think I am happy here, in Spain that is. It’s peace, look at it. No trouble, no suit. No phone calls, it’s peaceful. And I am changing the subject here but I needed to get away, it’s a lot” I mumbled “but we here now, get some sun and have some fun with this one” Reign tried to grab the cutlery “no ma’am” moving them away from her “we will speak later, let’s eat as a family shall we?” nodding my head, that is if Reign lets me eat.

I grinned at Franco while Mami massaged sun cream on my back “Necesitas proteger tu piel, what is funny Franco?” Mami said to him “nothing Mami, you treating him like a baby. I know his skin needs protecting” Reign is just staring at me, she is staring at Mami rubbing sun cream on my back “you like Franco, is he nice?” she actually let him hold her, reaching my hand touching little sandals “daddy does well don’t he, he can do hair? Can’t he?” Reign snatched her sun hat from her head “that is it” Mami slapped my back “is it waterproof? We can take Reign in the pool, look at those inflatables baby. You want to go on those, come on” undoing her sandals “who cares if your sundress gets wet, daddy will put a new one on you. Smelly feet” taking off her first sandal, smelling her sandal “eeewww” Reign giggled at me, placing the sandal at the side of me and then undoing her other one “she is cute Maurice, I am glad you are back. Mami misses you, and I am not even jealous. Her love is different with you” picking Reign from Franco “Mi Amor, and I respect you for that. Let’s go in the pool” walking towards the pool.

Like I knew, I knew Reign would enjoy the water. Wrapping Reign in the towel “nap time for you?” she stifled out a yawn, my baby is tired “Maurice, my brother hugo is here” looking up from Reign, ok there is a lot of people here now. Getting up from the chair with Reign “Maurice” Hugo said “last time I saw you, you were this small. Welcome back to Spain” shaking his hand “it’s been a long time, I was told to keep away, I am back now” I kind of remember him “I don’t think you remember but this is Isla, you used to both play together, this is her husband Mark” I laughed “I don’t remember at all, I am sorry but nice to meet you, and you” shaking their hands “this is my youngest daughter Elena, she is not so young” he has pretty daughters “nice to meet you, I hope you have heard all good stories about me” I chuckled “well dad told me some things of you” his youngest daughter said “good things? Your dad is a good man, he always took care of me. When my dad was busy, I am glad you all came over. This is my daughter, Reign. She is tired” turning her around “awww, she is so pretty. Hi bebe, awww beautiful. She is not yours” Elena said, I busted out laughing “you’re cheeky, that is funny. She is being so grumpy, it’s her nap time right now. Ain’t it” Reign turned her head away; she is needing her nap.

I remained in the room while Reign slept, there is no crib so I stayed here and then I tried to ring Robyn, she isn’t picking up but I checked the cameras and she came home in the early hours so I am guessing she is asleep still because of night shift. Hearing a light knock on the door “yes?” looking up at the door “it’s mami, Vienes con nosotros a la playa” she said as my phone started to ring, Robyn is calling. Answering the call “hey Bonita, one second. Sí lo hare, just give me a moment I am coming” Mami smiled leaving the room “I know that means yes, what you saying yes too pootie? I miss you, how is my baby. I mean Reign not you” I chuckled “Mami asking me to go to the beach with her and Reign is having her nap, she is very tired from being in the pool, she got all sassy with me. I got her sun dress on, she turned into some diva, I was like, girl. Relax. We went in the pool, we are having fun so yeah, it’s going ok. How are you?” I asked “me, I am ok. Missing my babies, a lot, the home is quiet. I got called in last night, even though I wasn’t supposed to be I said you know what, do it. Extra hours with nobody here and erm, the lady died under my watch, and I felt like shit” letting out an oh “I am so sorry baby, oh god. That is awful” she must be so sad about it “I know but it’s life, I have to get over it but I thought I could, but we learn and move on, I tried but yeah. That is my weekend. I am happy you are having a good time, I saw the picture of Reign in her sun dress, she looks so happy, you feeling ok?” look at my baby, even though she is not having a good time, she is still asking me if I am ok “I feel relaxed thank you, wish you was here. I wanted to ask you” I want to say ask “if I could stay one more night?” I am not going to demand, I have to say it right “uhm, why not. You’re there now, but just one more night, I want you back. I need a hug from you” I feel bad “we will soon Bonita, I promise you. Thank you for not biting at me” I did think Robyn would have said no and got angry at me “why would I? Don’t think that, I am happy to hear you are ok. I love you so much and I want the best for you” that made me smile “thank you, I love you too. Can’t wait to hug you” she is probably feeling bad about what happened, bless her heart.

I know all the roads here, like it feels just home to me “how is your papa? I have not seen him in so long here, where is he?” Hugo asked “he is in Texas; he is getting ready for me to take over. Exciting right?” looking over at him “it’s a good thing, he has prepared you for this moment you know that? When I met you, you were five. And you were shy, and I said to Marquis. I said are you sure he is wanting that, he said he will be prepared to do it, he is a Davenport. I always thought you would have done something different, just because you was running away from your father so much” I shrugged “I was running but I didn’t get far at all, my dad wanted this for me and I guess this is my destiny but I am happy, now I have Reign and Robyn, they both keep me happy. But it’s so scary to have that weight of the company, yes I renovated the look of the company and the feel of it but my dad had me, I don’t have that anymore Hugo, it’s me that it falls on, so it’s bittersweet, to me anyways, you know my daughter, she is not me. I know her already, and she is going to be not bothered about the public. And I love her for that, I would never make her do this but she is not shy” I like that she is happy with Elena, Reign is letting Elena hold her “you doubt yourself too much, you did that company. You made it what it is now, forget the safety net. You go with what is on your mind, you had a big dream. Dubai was big, you made it happen. You can do it, without Marquis” Hugo is right, but I still like my dad to have my back.  

I would like to know where Robyn gets these things from, like this bikini set. I didn’t want to put it on her but, how can I not do it. Reign is very much intrigued by sand so I have to watch she don’t put it in her mouth, seeing a shadow get in the way of the sun. Looking up squinting my eyes “can I join?” Isla asked “sure, no need to ask. I suck at making sandcastles so she ain’t getting that at all” I laughed “you did suck at doing them when we was kids, that you kicked mine over all the time” I laughed at the fact I do remember that “fun times, what are you doing with yourself now? I vaguely remember you; I don’t actually remember you looking like this?” I pointed “my blonde hair, I coloured but funny enough I work for you in London, I am your European publicist. But I dealt with your dad, but you are the new boss so surprise” my eyes widened “no way? Dad never told me that, ok. That is cool, so you moved there then. Do we pay well, that is funny. My dad did a lot for you all” looking over at Reign, she is staring at her feet “he is family, so is you. Just my dad was a little angry at the fact he was married in America as well as here, but he made up for it. Apologised, gave me a job anyways. I always asked Tía, he looks like his dad. No Spanish, I didn’t know you wasn’t Paula’ at all” ducking my head as I felt splashes of water behind me “Elena, stupid!” Isla said “estúpida” I pointed at Elena “let’s stick to stupid” Elena sat down next to Reign “she is spoilt and refuses to learn Spanish because she also lives in England so she can’t be bothered” can tell she is spoilt “you’re rich and famous, get my followers up on insta. I mean we are supposed to be family. I mean if you class us as that?” I smirked “I don’t know you; I know Isla. I mean barely so, since she is blonde, you can’t have anything” I laughed.

I hope my daughter is not this annoying when she is older “follow me then! Come on” Elena rested against my shoulder watching me “but then I have to see your face on my feed?” I don’t want to follow her actually “you followed Isla!! Don’t be rude, come on” rolling my eyes follow her, she won’t leave me alone if I don’t “yay! Thank you. Come let’s take a picture, all of us together. Get up, come on” Elena ran off, looking over at Mami with Reign and she got up. So did I “how do you even deal with Elena” Franco pointed “I don’t, I am just complying to shut her up” Elena waved us over “hurry up, it’s on timer” standing next to Franco, crossing my arms across my chest waiting “1, 2, 3 cheese!!” Elena shouted which made me smile because I know Reign will be smiling because of that word, hearing Reign yelp out. Walking around Franco “what are you screaming about, come here” taking her from Mami “she wants her papa” it’s going to get cold, I need to put something on her “Maurice, come on. Take a selfie with us” fixing Reign in my arms “so you can use me for your Instagram, nope” Elena scoffed “look come on, it’s right there” shaking my head “hurry up” placing my arm around Elena, Reign is staring at the phone “baby, do cheese” I smiled “wait for me” Isla quickly stood in front, Elena quickly took the picture “it’s not for the gram, it’s for memories so bye!” shaking my head.

“Would you like anything else to drink?” the waiter asked “no thank you” I smiled “I just wanted to say Hugo, thank you for the meal. For paying of course, for coming. It was nice to see you all, Reign had fun” Hugo smiled at me “call this a gift from me to you, congratulations on the business. Give Isla a raise” I laughed at him saying that “I didn’t know she even worked for us, I will get to know more of the company. So places like the UK, I will be visiting so you can show me around” feeling my phone buzz in my pocket, digging into my pocket, getting my phone out. Seeing Elena tagged me in a post, unlocking my phone as it bought the picture up “what you think?” Elena asked “it’s nice actually, your picture taking skills are good” liking the picture, screenshotting the post and uploading the picture of Isla, myself and Elena with Reign cheesing, she is so cute “I will claim you” I said, captioning the post ‘Fun times in Spain’ I don’t do this caption business, I like that picture a lot it looks good “you have to meet us Maurice, I will show you around London!!” Elena spat “I will promise to come by and see you all” I have a lot of visiting to do.

[nobodiesheartlessshitblog45]

Dealing With a Drunk Leon Leon S Kennedy’sxFriendMaleOC

Eric was walking out shower wearing a plain t-shirt and jeans. He let a deep sigh, as his brown and black cat, McFly came walking into the small living room.

Eric: Heh. (smiles and kneels down) Hey, Marty McFly. How’s my little buddy.

Has he was petting the cat when he heard the door knack. Eric looked up and walked over the door.

Eric: Hello?

Chri was standing in the door way with Leon draped over his shoulder, looking very annoyed.

Eric: (thinking) Oh, boy. (smiles and says aloud) Hey, Chris, what can I help ya with?

Chris: This jackass is drunk and he’s pissing me off. So tag you’re it. (walks into the apartment and throws Leon on the couch)

Leon: H-Hey...

Chris: Well, he’s your problem, Wild.

Eric: Wow. Thanks, man.

Chris: (pats him on the back goes to walks out the apartment)

Eric stood there, letting out an groan as McFly jumped on the couch sniff Leon, who slowly pushed himself and looks at the cat. McFly nuzzles against LEON’s face, purring, meowing softly.

Leon: ... ... I don’t know who are, but, holy shit, you are the best thing ever and I will protect you...

Leon heard someone chuckle and he looks over and sees Eric, smiling.

Leon: Eric? Wadday ... are you doing here...? (looks at McFly) Do you belong to this cat.. or something like that?

Eric: ... Um, yeah. That’s Marty McFly, and you’re in my apartment. Chris dropped you off.

Leon: ... (looks at the cat, who meowing and purring) I love him. (pushes himself up, and lets out groan)

Eric: You okay...?

Leon: ... I-I’m great. I-I feel... I’m about to be sick...

Eric: Bathroom’s right there.

Leon gets up, and rans pass him, closing the door behind.

Eric: (knocks on the door) There’s an extra tooth brush and mouthwash in the medicine cabinet.

Leon: (retching)... Thank you, Eric...

The next morning the sun was shining through the blind, Leon was lying on the couch, sleeping. He slowly began to wake up and began feeling some warm furry nuzzling his face.

Leon opened his eyes looked down. McFly was looking at him, curiously pawing his face, meowing.

Leon: God, you really are sweetie. (reaches out gently pets the McFly’s face)

Eric: Leon? Are you awake?

Leon: Yep.

Eric: You want beretfist? Eggs and sausage and a cofffe?

Leon: Yeah, please. Coffee black no sugar and milk.

After a few moments Eric came walking out hold two plate of sausage and eggs. He placed the plates not on the table and looked at Leon who got up and let out a groan.

Eric: Someone has a hang over. Hehe.

Leon: (glares at him and sits down at the table and began to eat)

The two began to eat quickly. Eric was drinking his coffee when McFly jumped on the table and was eyeing his food.

Eric: McFly, you have food in your dish.

McFly looked at him and rolled on his back, looking at him, meowing.

Leon: ... Eric, you’re being unnecessarily cruel.

Eric: Hey, I don’t want my cat to get sick, Plus he’s got food in his dish. The fat fur ball is set for life.

Leon: Heh. (reaches out and pets McFly) Where did you find this little guy?

Eric: On a mission in Brazil about a year ago. Poor thing was pretty rough shape when brought back, but he pull through. Like I knew he would.

Leon: How old is he?

Eric: Hmm? Not really sure. Rebecca and I guessing he’s 3. (reaches out a pets the cat) He used to be very skittish and would hid from people. Now he’s like the biggest baby in the world, Rebecca and Claire just love him. And possibly Chris.

Leon smiles, and watches as the cat looks at him purring loudly, Leon reaches out and McFly began playfully nip and lick fingers.

Leon: This feels nice.

Eric: Hm?

Leon: To have some form to normality.

Eric: Yeah, get what you mean.

Leon: Do you... Mind if I hang out, Eric?

Eric: Sure. Just don’t steal my beer.

Leon: Okay, I’ll still your cat.

Eric: Don’t make me kill you, Kennedy.

Leon: (starts laughing)

Bonus

Eric hears a knock on the door, and opens it.

Chris: Wild, I need to go over something with you. It’s urgent.

Eric: Ah? Yeah, sure, come on it. I get you anything?

Chris: Just a glass of water.

Eric walks into the kitchen, Chris spots McFly on the couch. Looks around making sure no one’s around.

Chris: Hey there, baby boy~. (walks and starts petting McFly)

Leon: (walks out the bathroom and stops dead)

Chris: (hugging McFly) Oh, look you, beautiful boy. Yes you are~. Who’s a good little kitty~?

Leon: ... ...

Chris: (looks up and there is Leon standing staring at him) ... ... ... ...

Eric: I’m back.

Chris: I gotta go.

Eric: I thought you want to tell me something?

Chris: Not important. Bye. (walks out the apartment)

Eric: D-Did I miss something?

Leon: God, I wish I was drunk right now...

[mind-racket]

Mama Judy.

Coffee.

Every morning, I wake up and go through my usual routine. It varies ever so slightly depending on whether it is a work day or a home day, but one thing remains constant. At some point, there will be a cup of coffee in my hand. And, again, depending on the day, it may be followed up by another shortly after. This was not always the case.

For the longest part of my life, I had zero desire to drink coffee. Well, to be more accurate, I had a DESIRE to drink coffee...I just thought it tasted like shit. The smell...oh...the smell was pure magic. The intense and dark smells from a newly-opened can of Folger’s were amazing. Sometimes I would just pull that plastic lid off and take a whiff. But on any occasion I had to take a sip of brewed coffee, I found it lacking.

I always found myself wanting to EAT the coffee, actually. To me, the intense, rich smell of the ground beans was done a disservice by the liquid product that ended up in the cup after the Mr. Coffee machine was finished with it. It seemed to me that eating the coffee might be the only way to really create the flavors that the smell promised. I can remember telling someone at my Geology field camp that, to me, coffee tasted like it was siphoned off of something that tasted WAY better. I just didn’t know what that something was. That was...until I got a job at a coffee shop. The Kentucky Coffee Company.

I am horrible with remembering years, but I am pretty sure I started there in the summer of 1999. I had just spent three years as a teaching assistant at the University of Kentucky and had started working with my thesis advisor to start a web design company. We only had one real client at the time, and I needed to make some money. Enter my Aunt Judy.

Judy owned the Kentucky Coffee Company, which was located in the Civic Center at Rupp Arena. A few years prior, she had employed my mom there, as well, so I was familiar with it, even if I didn’t really know shit about coffee. Judy said they could teach me to be a barista...and pay me...and that was all I needed to hear.

On my first day there, I explained my feelings about coffee and how I had always found it underwhelming. Judy understood and explained to me that in addition to probably never really having had GOOD coffee, I had probably never tasted coffee that was properly prepared. She talked about water temperatures and extraction and roasts and how most people used WAY too little coffee in their brew.

I also shared my feelings about how it seemed to me that coffee had so much potential, but the product in the cup just didn’t live up to the smell from the ground beans. In response, she explained, and made for me, an espresso. As she made it, she explained how the beans were roasted...how they were ground...and how they were brewed to make this intense drink. As I watched her tamp down the grounds, lock in the handle, and start the brewing process, I was truly fascinated. When I tasted the magic inside the cup, I felt like my quest to taste coffee’s true potential had been fulfilled.

Judy explained to me the different kinds of drinks...we steamed and frothed milk...we made drinks and talked and made more drinks and talked, and by the time Judy and her son Tommy had finished with me, my head was overflowing with knowledge and appreciation of all things coffee. All of this for someone who had walked in that morning thinking that coffee was not at all worthy of the high reputation it held among so many.

The time I was able to work with and for “Mama Judy” was one of the best times I had ever had. My years working for my dad in one of his shoe stores had already given me a new level of appreciation for people who work in customer service positions, but my time at the coffee shop added to that another layer of appreciation for those who own or work in the food service business, an empathy I still feel to this day.

Judy even hired our fledgeling web design company to create a website for their sales division. The company, called Judith Starling Coffee, was one of our earliest creations and was a blast to create with Judy. She had such a flair for marketing and description. And even though I’m not sure how many pounds of coffee ever ended up being sold through that site, she was always so proud of what we worked to create, as was I.

When I heard last week that Judy had had a heart attack and was facing a quadruple bypass surgery, it was shocking news, for sure, and while it was worrisome, I had absolute faith that she would come through it with flying colors. I have always felt like Judy was unstoppable. In addition to her spirit and personality, she NEVER looked her age. If she had lived to be 120, it would not have been surprising to me in the slightest. And I’m sure she wouldn’t have looked a day over 80.

Then, to find out that night that she had passed...I had no real words. Honestly, for a good amount of time, I felt completely numb. It didn’t quite register. It didn’t sink in. Until it did.

There are so many ways Judy touched or influenced my life, and as I started to recount them, the magnitude of just what this world and this family had lost settled deeper and deeper on my heart and mind.

I thought of Tommy and Sandy...her children...who had always been so sweet to me and my family.

I thought of Sandy’s daughter Savannah and how, even though she was only a small child when I worked at the coffee shop, she had carved a special place in my heart that remains to this day.

Of Tommy’s talented son Dawson, who I don’t know nearly as well but who, according to Judy, shared with me a fondness for the Kings of Leon.

Of the nieces and nephews and cousins and the special bonds that they had all formed, some of them stretching all the way back to their days living in David.

And of the brothers and sisters...all of them so loving and so close to each other...a closeness you couldn’t help but see and feel at any of the family gatherings we shared as I grew up.

I recalled those gatherings at her home...the pool...the siblings dancing...the talent shows in the living rooms...the tales being told in the kitchen...and the jokes about hiding the beer from Toby. There was always so much love. There was a bond...visible...tangible...forged between the siblings in that family.

I had witnessed and felt the loss when my granny, their sister, Peggy passed away. My heart was broken for myself and my sister..for our mom...for our aunt Margo...at OUR loss, but the hurt was made deeper by seeing and feeling the loss that her brothers and sisters were trying to manage. Knowing their lives...their history together...much of it told and documented by Judy...it just added to the depth of the loss. That feeling was revisited at learning of Judy’s passing, and my heart is just broken.

The time spent working at the coffee shop was the most extended amount of time I was ever with Judy, but every visit with Judy...every chat...every message...had an impact. She had a presence...a way to capture your attention and leave an impression.

Judy also had a way of making smart seem cool. As someone who grew up in his head quite a bit and spent a lot of time just thinking about things...and feeling a little weird about both of those things...Judy had a way of making it feel not so weird. I always felt like Judy “got” me, and that was a great feeling.

Even in the days after Judy passed away, it has been amazing, and fitting, how many times and in how many ways her influence and memory has been felt.

We were having supper at a Mexican restaurant a few days after Judy passed away, and Beck and I started talking about Mexican food and our memories of it. I know it seems impossible now, but “authentic” Mexican restaurants weren’t always as available as they are now, especially in eastern Kentucky.

That led to me retracing my history with Mexican food. Of course my first memory is simply Old El Paso tacos and burritos that mom used to make. My knowledge of “Mexican” food was that tacos were in a crunchy shell and burritos were in a soft shell AND burritos had a can of refried beans added to the meat mixture. Pretty sophisticated.

After that, there were a few meals at a little Tex-Mex place in Huntington called Fiesta Bravo, and then ultimately...Chi-Chi’s. Chi-Chi’s was probably responsible for about 90% of the “Mexican” food that eastern Kentuckians ate in the 80’s and early 90’s. Chimichangas and fried ice cream. THAT was Mexican food.

As I tried to recall how it was that I ever came to eat authentic Mexican food and where it was, I realized that it was Jalapeno’s in Lexington...a place mom took us to try...a place she knew about because Judy had taken her there while SHE was working for her at her coffee shop. There was even a time years after that when I had gone to meet someone in Lexington and suggested Jalapeno’s as the place to eat. As we were eating, I looked up, and there was Judy having dinner.

A couple of months ago, Beck bought tickets to a Christmas show in Lexington that she thought our nephew might enjoy. It was by the Cirque de Soleil folks, so we figured that, while not exactly a CIRCUS circus, he might still think it was kinda cool.

As it turned out, the show ended up being the day after Judy passed away. As we entered Rupp Arena to wait for the doors to open, it washed over me that there we were in the Civic Center, a place where Judy had devoted a good portion of her life to her business. A place where she had given me a job and life experience and where I had gotten to know her better than I ever had ever imagined I would.

I don’t know if she knew how much I truly enjoyed working there for her. How much I enjoyed the time shared with her and her family, being a part of something that they held so dear. Talking to her...learning from her...I will always remember it fondly.

And as I stood there in Rupp Arena reflecting on her and those days, I started wondering if I was making those kinds of memories with OUR nephew...whether I was doing enough to make him look back fondly on HIS time with ME one day...whether I was being to him at least some version of what Judy was to me. Those are some pretty big shoes to fill, and I know I’ve not quite gotten close to that standard just yet, but I promised myself there that night that I would try harder.

Even as I sit here tonight trying to find the right words to finish this collection of thoughts that I started on over a week ago, I can’t help but feel a connection to Judy. She loved to write, and I always enjoyed reading the words she put together. She had a way of sharing a memory and creating a story that was a pleasure to read, and I will miss not having any more of those stories.

Just one in the list of the many things I will miss about Mama Judy.

[pan0ramy]

100 questions NO ONE ever asks!

thank you for @no-changes-are-permanent for tagging me in this! (even though i’m sleepy and missed the fact that you did, haha)

1. Do you sleep with your closet doors open or closed? oh god, they HAVE to be closed. my childhood fear of monsters hasn’t really left. D:

2. Do you take the shampoos and conditioner bottles from hotels? it depends - if i’m in a hotel in ireland, i won’t normally bother. if it’s somewhere like disneyland, then fuck yeah! little souvenir i guess. :D it’s not stealing, shut up and leave me alone

3. Do you sleep with your sheets tucked in or out? they have to be in. otherwise, since i wear a lot of pyjama shorts, i wake up with bare legs and then i’m cold. D:

4. Have you stolen a street sign before? don’t think i’ve ever had the chance! (probably still wouldn’t if i did, though)

5. Do you like to use post-it notes? my school stuff is COVERED in them :D

6. Do you cut out coupons but then never use them? i don’t really use many coupons, but my mom definitely does this, haha

7. Would you rather be attacked by a big bear or a swarm of bees? probably the bear. the buzzing would scare me more than the actually bees attacking me. plus you’d die a faster death...

8. Do you have freckles? no. i’m not THAT irish. XD

9. Do you always smile for pictures? i try, even though i think it’s hard to genuinely smile for a photo if you’re not already laughing/happy with the situation you’re in - which for someone with anxiety, getting a picture taken is usually never a happy situation.

10. What is your biggest pet peeve? i’ll say it before and i’ll say it again - if you crack your knuckles around me, you will die a slow and painful death. that is all.

11. Do you ever count your steps when you walk? if i’m really bored, then yeah! but normally i’m listening to music when i’m walking somewhere - i meant it before when i said you’d never see me without a pair of headphones!

12. Have you peed in the woods? not as far as i can remember, actually...

13. Have you ever pooped in the woods? well if i’d never peed in the woods, i’d never have pooped there either would i? XD

14. Do you ever dance even if there’s no music playing? i am basically dancing 24/7 365, even if there’s no music, haha

15. Do you chew your pens and pencils? normally i’d do it if i’m in the middle of a test and i’m either really bored, thinking or trying to calm myself down from stress/nerves. other than that, it’s a rare thing for me.

16. How many people have you slept with this week? does my septiceye sam plushie count? ^^

17. What size is your bed? i think it's just a regular ol double bed. comfy as fuck though.

18. What is your song of the week? right now i'm listening to a lot of different stuff, but if i had to pick one song, i'd pick miracles by kris leone - there's an english version AND a korean version. seriously this song and this girl need more aTTENTION BECAUSE SHE'S SO GOOD AND HER VOICE IS SO BEAUTIFUL

19. Is it okay for guys to wear pink? of course! to me, there's no such thing as masculine or feminine colours. i think everyone's free to wear whatever they want so long as they're comfortable with it and it makes them feel confident and happy. :D

20. Do you still watch cartoons? well what do you think rick and morty is huh

21. What is your least favourite movie? if i had to pick one, it'd be the live action attack on titan. please. if you like attack on titan, and you've never seen this film - STAY AWAY. STAY THE FUCK AWAY.

22. Where would you bury hidden treasure if you had some? i have a little cubbyhole in my room that's a mess, so no-one else checks it other than me. so i know it's not technically digging it, but i'd put it there. :D

23. What do you drink with dinner? if it's spicy, then milk. otherwise, just juice or water. ^^

24. What do you dip a chicken nugget in? well i would say szechuan if mCDONALDS STILL DID THAT SHIT

25. What is your favourite food? i'm a sucker for indian food in general

26. What movies could you watch over and over again and still love? i will never, EVER get sick of tangled. i'm not a big movie buff, but that movie has my eternal love. <3

27. Last person you kissed/kissed you? ........guess who hasn't had their first kiss yet >_<

28. Were you ever a boy/girl scout? for like two years when i was 6, yeah! we made marshmallow smores outside our building. it was awesome. plus we had amazing halloween parties! (although one year we were playing a game with ginger - i can't remember what it was, so don't ask - and one kid ended up having a really bad allergic reaction D:)

29. Would you ever strip or pose nude in a magazine? if it was for charity/a cause i believe in, then yeah, why not? otherwise, probably not.

30.  When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper? .....umm i honestly can't remember... does writing a message as part of a birthday card count? if so, then i did that about a month ago ^^

31. Can you change the oil on a car? with google and youtube tutorials, i'd be just fine. XD

32. Ever ran out of gas? i'm too scared of that happening in my parents' cars to let that happen, haha

33. Ever gotten a speeding ticket? i'm not driving yet, so no!

34. What's your favourite kind of sandwich? good ol ham and cheese. i'm boring. :D

35. Best thing to eat for breakfast? pancakes *_*

36. What is your usual bedtime? during school, no later than 11:30. during summer... i don't really have a bedtime. i just go to bed when i feel tired. ^^

37. Are you lazy? i'm trying not to be as of late, but with summer vacation starting it's kinda hard not to be a little bit lazy, haha

38. When you were a kid, what did you dress up as for Halloween? i normally dressed up pretty generically, but in my first year of high school i dressed up as effie trinket and won my school's costume competition. i was happy. :D

39. What is your Chinese astrological sign? alright, i had to google this, but i'm a dragon! :D

40. How many languages can you speak? english, irish, spanish and i'm learning korean! and then i know small little phrases in other languages (like german and french). i love languages. :D

41. Do you have any magazine subscriptions? nah. magazines are boring.

42. Which are better: Legos or Lincoln Logs? what the fuck are lincoln logs

43. Are you stubborn? i've had a few people tell me i'm quite patient, so i guess that's the opposite? ^^ (i probably get it from my mom, haha)

44. Who is better: Leno or Letterman? from what i've seen of their shows, i like letterman more. too bad he's not doing his show anymore :(

45. Ever watch soap operas? what, like home and away? fuck no.

46.  Are you afraid of heights? if i'm super, SUPER high up then maybe a little, but i'm not normally that bad :) (can’t say the same for poor jackaboi though...)

47. Do you sing in the car? depends on who i'm with! i don't listen to a lot of music on the radio, though, so i'm normally pretty quiet anyways.

48. Do you sing in the shower? ...you're not human if you don't sing in the shower

49. Do you dance in the car? nah, i wouldn't really dance in the car as much as i do sing

50. Ever used a gun? no, but i'm thinking about going to the local airsoft for my birthday next year. why not? ;D

51. Last time you got your portrait taken by a photographer? my actual portrait or just a picture in general? if it's a portrait, then probably like 2009. if it's just a picture taken by a photographer, then that happened last thursday XD

52. Do you think musicals are cheesy? BITCH YOU'RE TALKING TO A MUSICAL THEATRE NERD

53. Is Christmas stressful? only if you let it be. ;)

54. Ever eat a pierogi? nooo but i've heard of them and really want to try one D: (gdit mae what have you done to me)

55. Favourite type of fruit pie? it's not as common as the other ones, but it'd probably be apricot pie. i like the taste of apricots, okay?

56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid? i probably wanted to be a singer at one point, then i wanted to be a vet, then a video game designer, and now i've just settled on computing/programming :)

57. Do you believe in ghosts? yeah, sometimes. not always, though. it depends in the situation. (i know that sounds vague, but trust me. if you search through youtube for this kinda stuff you'll learn what i mean pretty quickly.)

58. Ever have a deja-vu feeling? definitely! does anyone else get that thing where you dream about something and then it comes true a period of time later? or am i just psychic? ;D

59. Do you take a vitamin daily? i was about to say no to this, but i actually drink a little probiotic every day, so i'll put that here! it's to stop my immune system from completely failing me, because the medication i'm on is an immunosuppressant. ^^

60. Do you wear slippers? nah. socks all the way. :D

61. Do you wear a bath robe? i don't really have time for fancy shit like that tbh. if there's someone around i'll just cover up with a towel. serves the same function.

62. What do you wear to bed? ummmm.... pyjamas? ^^"

63. What was your first concert? my first proper concert was an imagine dragons concert two years ago. but my mom did drag me to a lot of her favourite bands' concerts when i was younger...

64. Walmart, Target or KMart? we don't have any of those. fuck it. dealz! which is basically where you buy everything (well, most things) for €1.50. or any stationery/art/video game shop in existence. :D

65. Nike or Adidas? eh. if i had to choose, then nike.

66. Cheetos or Fritos? cheetos. NOT the puffy kind though. we have wotsits to cover that and they taste way better. :D

67. Peanuts or sunflower seeds? i love sunflower seeds, but i'd probably pick peanuts.

68. Ever hear of the group Tres Bien? nope, i haven't!

69. Ever take dance lessons? yes, for about two years or so! then i gave up because of school. >_<

70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing? nah, i'm not really worried about that! so long as they're a nice person, looks and profession are just a bonus.

71. Can you curl your tongue? no. because i'm an inferior human being. :(

72. Ever won a spelling bee? i've never been in one, WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE. i don't mean to brag, but i'd be pretty confident going into a spelling bee tbh ^^

73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy? oh, definitely. it's not a common occurence, but the last time i cried happy tears was when xenoblade chronicles 2 and fire emblem warriors got announced back in january. that was basically my dream come true. :D

74. Own any record albums? no, since i wouldn't have anything to play them on! they're a very cool idea though. :)

75. Own a record player? welp i guess i just answered that one

76. Do you regularly burn incense? my mom does occasionally, but i don't.

77. Ever been in love? nope. not yet. unless we're talking about fictional characters or people that don't know i exist. then i'd be here all day. XD

78. Who would you like to see in concert? IF BRENDON URIE COULD EVER COME TO IRELAND THAT'D BE FUCKING GREAT KTHXBYE

79.  What was the last concert you saw? imagine dragons :D

80. Hot tea or cold tea? hmmmmm i'd have to say both! i love hot tea but lemon iced tea is THE shit.

81. Tea or coffee? coffee is too bitter for me no matter how much sugar i add to it. :/

82. Sugar cookies or snickerdoodles? i've never tried snickerdoodles (and didn't even know sugar cookies were a thing) but when are cookies ever a bad choice in life? ;D

83. Can you swim well? yeah, i can! i need googles and a noseplug, though, since i'm a weeb. 

84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose? ...yes? i thought this was normal is there something special about this i'm missing

85. Are you patient? i try to be. if you test my patience, though, god can't help you in hell. :)

86. DJ or a band at a wedding? ehh all the wedding djs i've seen were pretty cringey, so as long as the band is good, then i'd pick the band!

87. Ever won a contest? yeah! i remember winning an art competition in second year that i didn't even try that hard for, haha

88. Have you ever had plastic surgery? does having teeth removed count? then yeah.

89. Which are better: black or green olives? neither. olives are the spawn of satan.

90. Can you knit or crochet? i used to be able to knit when i was 10 (we did it in school for a while), but i've completely forgotten how. :/

91. Best room for a fireplace? probably the sitting/living room tbh

92. Do you want to get married? i honestly don't know. i guess i'll just see where life takes me!

93. If you're married, how long have you been married? i've been married to video games since i was five years old. XD

94. Who was your high school crush? eh. don't really have one. :)

95. Do you cry and throw a fit until you get your own way? no. it's a very bad idea to be childish about a situation you're not happy with. it normallly doesn't get you very far.

96. Do you have kids? my plushies? yes. i also have my beautiful fire emblem daughter if she counts (#soleilsquad2k17)

97. Do you want kids? again, haven't really decided yet. ^^

98. What is your favourite colour? red! :D

99. Do you miss anyone right now? @itisasign :( (you need to come over to my house i swear tf)

100. Who are you going to tag to do this next? imma tag @tbex2468 and @yourestillnotmytype-58! haven't tagged you guys in anything in a while (i think...?) ;D

[toadallycute]

I was tagged by @alyciasclvrke, thanks so much! Rules: answer all questions and then add one of your own. Tag as many people as there are questions 1. Coke or pepsi: pepsi makes me sick so I guess coke? 2. Disney or dreamworks: idk? I guess dreamworks 3. Coffee or tea: I'll drink either but usually tea 4. Books or movies: oh man I love both. I have a huge book collection and read all the time but I won't pass up a good movie 5. Windows or mac: ??? Who knows my dude. I didn't even know what this was asking at first (I was like windows and mac and cheese? Like glass windows?) 6. DC or marvel: I like what I've seen of the marvel movies. But I also like batman 7. X box or Playstation: no idea. I've played maybe two video games in my life 8. Dragon age or mass effect: don't even know what that means. 9. Night owl or early riser: I'm such of a night owl that people think I'm an early riser lol (people are like, wow! You're up early. But suprise I never actually slept) 10. Cards or chess: both even though I suck at both 11. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate 12. Vans or converse: converse 13. Lavellen,tevelyan, cadash, adaar: um????? 14. Fluff or angst: both? 15. Beach or forest: I grew up with the forest and love it but the frw times I saw the ocean were amazing so both? 16. Dogs or cats: I love my dog and sometimes love cats 17. Clear skies or rain: love love love rain 18. Cooking or eating out: I kinda like to cook but also like eating out 19. Spicy food or mild food: I'm a total whimp about spicy food 20. Halloween/samhain or yule/Christmas: halloween is my absolute favorite 21. Would you rather be too cold or too hot: I am always too cold even with like 3 sweaters on so I'd like to be warm 22. If you could have any superpower what would it be: maybe have like psychic powers or something cool like that 23. Animation or live action: usually live action but animation can be really beautifully done 24. Paragon or renegade: don't know what this means either 25. Baths or showers: depends on how I feel lol 26. Team cap or team iron man: cap 27. Fantasy or Sci fi: as I kid I was obsessed with Sci fi but I love both 28. Three or four favorite quotes: "So this is the life I'd forgotten" from Swiss Army Man "How strange it is to be anything at all" from In the Aeroplane over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel "I don't know much about being and nothingness but I might just be a being of nothingness " from Folk Metaphysics by milo "'What I have to do is I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff...that's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.'" From The Catcher in the Rye by JD Salinger 29. Netflix or youtube: netflix for sure 30. Harry potter or Percy Jackson: I read both as a kid but I was more into Percy Jackson 31. When do you feel accomplished: when my art stuff works out and actually looks good or when I learn a new skill 32. Star wars or star trek: star wars holds a special place in my heart but I also like the star trek world 33. Paperback or hardback: paperback 34. Horror or rom com: rom cms annoy me so horror. Love that spooky shit 35. TV shows or movies: usually movies but I have been into more TV lately 36. Spotify or pandora: no clue 37. Zootopia or inside out: love inside out and I cried but zootopia was so good and all my friends will say that's my fav because I sobbed like a baby the whole time 38. Favorite book: I have so many! Right now either catcher in the rye by JD Salinger, slaughterhouse five by Vonnegut, or the martian chronicles by Bradbury 39. Favorite flower: I have a special place in my heart for sunflowers and dandelions 40. What field of study do you aspire to be in: I'm not sure. I'd love to do art but I was also very interested in doing something with ecology and environmental sciences 41. Favorite subject: love art and literacy 42. Gale or peeta: no thanks 43. Favorite Disney princess: I just saw Moana so her 44. Only child or nah: nope 45. What do you wish you were better at: letting things go and getting better at making and keeping friends 46. What music do you like: I like a little bit of everything, my favorites right now are radiohead, kings of leon, and the National Yall don't have to do this and sorry if it's annoying lol @cactusti @kuims @plsnokthx @slimedrake @wecanthavethat @reiswimsback @bassandboots @rstopatoe @bubblegumfishtank @trinityeatsramen @thenamestheo And whoever else wants to I guess, sorry this is so long

[twasonceahuman]

aaaaansweeeeerrrr ttheeeeemmm aaalllll theeeeeennnn 8D

all 100...of course you would xD

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora?- tried all 3 but Spotify won.

is your room messy or clean?- usually clean but right now it’s a dump, trying to get my life packed up- we’ll ignore that I have not even started

what color are your eyes?- hazel, but they appear brown because they are brown in the middle and green on the outside

do you like your name? why?- yes and no, only because everyone spells it wrong.

what is your relationship status?- errr. complicated xD

describe your personality in 3 words or less- introverted, odd, shy

what color hair do you have?- dark brown

what kind of car do you drive? color?- don’t drive

where do you shop?- Woolworths *the joke is that it’s a grocery store

how would you describe your style?- whatever fits over the tits

favorite social media account- TUMBLLLLLLRR BOIII

what size bed do you have?- king single

any siblings?- 1 older brother, 1 younger brother, 3 older stepbros, 1 younger stepbro, and 1 older stepsister

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?- probably England because at least shit happens there and it’s not hot.

favorite snapchat filter?- anything to hide my acne

favorite makeup brand(s)- probably maybelline but I don’t wear makeup much anymore, will probably get back into it going to school again

how many times a week do you shower?- 7 days

favorite tv show?- DAAS Kapital, South Park, Red Dwarf, Doctor Who, The Adventures of Lano and Woodley

shoe size?- fucking 11 mate- THAT’S THE BIGGEST SIZE OF WOMEN’S SHOES THEY MAKE!

how tall are you?- 170cm so 5ft 7

sandals or sneakers?- thongs mate

do you go to the gym?- HAAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA

describe your dream date- doing something fun like going to an arcade or mini golf- as long as theres icecream involved :3

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?- 40 cents

what color socks are you wearing?- i fucking despise socks

how many pillows do you sleep with?- 3, two for the head and 1 for a cuddle buddy 

do you have a job? what do you do?- I did, I was a waitress

how many friends do you have?- maybe 3 or 4 online? irl- none xD

whats the worst thing you have ever done?- I accidently broke a girl’s wrist once by tackling her at touch football practise *fyi: you’re not supposed to tackle in touch football, you tag them xD

whats your favorite candle scent?- I don’t like candles, but anything vanilla would be okay I guess

3 favorite boy names- ain’t telling

3 favorite girl names- still ain’t telling

favorite actor?- Ewan McGregor yasssssssssssssss

favorite actress?- hmmm- this one is harder to figure out. Idk

who is your celebrity crush?- just one? Obvsly the DAAS boys, Matt and Trey, Tom Hiddleston was one for a while back, Danny JJ is still good but I’ve kinda moved on with RD for now. I’m not a normal 20yo cause I can’t think of someone I have ever had a crush on celebrity wise that was anywhere near my age- plus these are more like platonic crushes because of the huge age difference xD

favorite movie?- Ironically I just found out I follow a girl with the same fav movies which is fun- so that’s Moulin Rouge and Anastasia, but recently I’m loving Spin Out (Tim’s movie), Orgazmo, Cannibal the Musical and Baseketball ;D

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book?- I did when I was younger before technology ruled the earth *pffff* but not so much now. Current faves are Housemeeting by Lano and Woodley and Carry A Big Stick by Tim Ferguson.

money or brains?- Brains 

do you have a nickname? what is it?- My family call me Beka but I hate it, but the only nickname I have besides that is Plum/Plummy and Kate calls me that :3

how many times have you been to the hospital?- I’m surprised I haven’t been besides when I had ‘digestive problems’ when I was a toddler. I’ll let you think whatever you want with that

top 10 favorite songs- Enjoy the Silence- Depeche Mode, Big Time- Peter Gabriel, My Weakness- Moby, Muchacho- Kings of Leon, Lemon- U2, Here She Come- DAAS, The Only Thing I Know- Gotye, Deep Surprise- Samantha James, Solsbury Hill- Peter Gabriel, and for the shits, Shatterproof- Trey Parker

do you take any medications daily?- the Pill OOOOOOO spoopy

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)- combination

what is your biggest fear?- heights, medical stuff and death

how many kids do you want?- maybe 2 or 3, that’s if I feel up to pooping them out.

whats your go to hair style?- straighten my fringe and brush my hair

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc)- medium, but I’m moving into a share apartment with just a room and bathroom soon

who is your role model?- currently Tim, just a really nice dude and someone to look up too

what was the last compliment you received?- can’t remember

what was the last text you sent?- schit. “this whole scene is full of beautiful tim” I’M MAKING DAAS GIFS OKAY I GET SIDETRACKED XD

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?- probably about 9? maybe earlier?

what is your dream car?- idk I’ve never really looked at them, something on the smaller side though

opinion on smoking?- fucking disgusting

do you go to college?- nope, TAFE soon, but no uni.

what is your dream job?- concert film director, i’m coming for you Anton

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs?- suburbs

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels?- not really, sometimes the moisturizers cause they are good to have when travelling

do you have freckles?- yes, everywhere unfortunately

do you smile for pictures?- depends on how I feel

how many pictures do you have on your phone?- 471

have you ever peed in the woods?- this is Australia, if you don’t live in the city, everywhere is the woods.

do you still watch cartoons?- depends on what qualifies ;D

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?-      we don’t have wendy’s here, so maccas

Favorite dipping sauce?- sweet and sour

what do you wear to bed?- currently in summer its a shirt or singlet with shorts

have you ever won a spelling bee?- I won my class spelling bee once

what are your hobbies?- singing, dancing, drawing, making gifs (even if they are killing me rn)

can you draw?- not really but I give it a crack

do you play an instrument?- I used to play drums and trumpet for a while in school, but I can only really play notes on pianos now

what was the last concert you saw?- the DAAS Live show is the only thing I’ve come close to a concert- because CERTAIN bands and singers won’t come back to Australia T.T

tea or coffee?- tea but I wouldn’t mind coffee if it didn’t make me ansy anymore

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?- We don’t have either of these- there’s Starbucks in the cities but no DD.

do you want to get married?- yes but finding someone is the hard part

what is your crush’s first and last initial?- abcdefg...

are you going to change your last name when you get married?-yes

what color looks best on you?- I think maroon.

do you miss anyone right now?- Katerina D:

do you sleep with your door open or closed?- WHO SLEEPS WITH THEIR DOOR OPEN?!

do you believe in ghosts?- not really

what is your biggest pet peeve?- people dirtying places I’ve just cleaned.

last person you called?- my mum when she was babysitting my niece.

favorite ice cream flavor?- Mint Choc Chip :3

regular oreos or golden oreos?- I just had regular, and I haven’t tried golden

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles?- Chocolate

what shirt are you wearing?- a plain greyish blue one

what is your phone background?- Paul sneaking behind Tim

are you outgoing or shy?- super shy

do you like it when people play with your hair?- yassssssssssss

do you like your neighbors?- no they are all old and like to do yard work or home improvements at godless times of day T.T

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?- whenever I shower, but I tone it every morning and night

have you ever been high?- definitely not

have you ever been drunk?- still dont drink so no

last thing you ate?- oreos xD

favorite lyrics right now- “You don’t turn me off, I will never fail. Things I loved before are not for sale. Keep yourself away, far away from me. I will forever stay your Perfect Enemy.”

summer or winter?- winterrrrrrrrr

day or night?- nighttttttttttttttttt

dark, milk, or white chocolate?- milkkkkkkkkkkkkkk

favorite month?- july

what is your zodiac sign- scorpio

who was the last person you cried in front of?- my dad