#sando answers

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lex! I loved your boyfriend hcs, I'd love to hear your headcanons on the guys as fathers 👀

omg Joz yes!! This is such a cute idea, thank you 🥰 ✨ The ST boys as fathers ✨

💕STEVE HARRINGTON is a superdad. He loves friendly competition with his (many - five, to be exact) children to see who can throw something the farthest, who can get to the car the fastest, and who can finish their desert first. - Bedtime stories are crowded with all of them on the same bed, huddled around Steve as he does voices for all of the characters. - Food is always creative and messy, and Steve encourages curiosity in every way. "Don't play with your food" is not a rule to be found in the Harrington household. - The rowdy bunch attends each other sporting events, band concerts, and school plays in a pack which is forever recognizable because of course their outfits are color coordinated.

💕BILLY HARGROVE loves his little girl more than anything else in this world. He is very protective, letting her roam at a safe distance, and worries more than he lets on about her safety and emotional wellbeing, and whatever she wants, he teaches her how to earn. - His little angel is a superfan of his metal music, so of course he picks up an extra shift every other weekend to pay for her drumming lessons. Every time a friend comes to the house while she's practicing, they comment on the noise, and all Billy says is, "I know. She's gonna be a star someday," with the proudest smile on his face. - Every time something comes up while Billy is spending time with his daughter, he tells whoever he's talking to, "Hang on. I have to ask the boss," and turns to his daughter and whispers in her ear, her face becoming very serious before she gives a quiet answer back to him. - He teaches her how to fix her own things -- the car, the toilet, the legos she knocked over on accident. He never wants her to have to rely on anyone else to solve her problems, and he teaches her to be self sufficient along with his support.

💕ARGYLE is full of childlike wonder at all times, so it's no surprise that he is the fun dad. He takes his twin boys on adventures every chance they get, and he encourages their creativity every step of the way. One of his boys is an avid painter while the other is a violinist. The walls inside their home are adorned with murals always being worked on inspired by ambient strings in the background. - Argyle's kids are homeschooled because their family prefers to hit the road for the sunny months of the year, and he figures they learn more from seeing the world than they ever could stuck inside a classroom. - He makes up stories on the fly to tell his kids, and he's always forgetting the characters names, but they don't seem to mind. The stories involve silly but useful life lessons that he wished someone would've told him when he was their age instead of having to figure them out on his own. They'll thank him someday. - The fashion sense in their family is absolutely wild. Argyle wants his kids to be able to express themselves freely with their style choices just like he does, and the result is a colorful array of garments always strewn about the home, lots of them covered in paint, and sometimes on purpose to add a little flavor.

💕JONATHAN BYERS is your average, working class father, but he is adamant about making time to spend with his family. His two daughters starting high school has been the biggest challenge for him so far, but he never misses a dance recital or a soccer game, and he's always home in time to have dinner with everyone so he can hear about their days. - The Byers family is big on gifts from the heart, so for every birthday, Jonathan makes his girls their own mixtapes complete with songs they already know and love combined with songs he thinks they should hear. It warms his heart when he hears the tracks blaring from their respective bedrooms while they get ready for school each morning. - Being an equal caretaker has always been important to him, so Jonathan took it upon himself to learn to braid. When his girls were little, he used to braid their hair before bed. Now, even though they can do it themselves, they still seek him out at least once a week or so for the perfect plait. - He is the chauffeur for his girls and all of their friends regularly. He'll take them to the mall, the arcade, to school, wherever is needed, and he never complains about it. He feels like it's a gift to be able to spend that time together while they can.

💕EDDIE MUNSON is a single dad whose son is an absolute carbon copy of him. The little guy is never sitting still, his long wild curls billowing behind him as he darts around the house with his plastic sword saving the day. Eddie is pretty sure his first words were "stick it to the man," and he smiles with pride when his son says some off the wall thing because the Munsons wear their weird like a crown. - Above everything, Eddie teaches his son to be kind. Be kind to people, be kind to animals, be kind to places, and be kind to things because the world needs more of it, and it all comes back to you. He teaches him how to put spiders outside instead of kill them and to invite the kid sitting alone on the playground to play pirates with him. Always be kind. - Corroded Coffin has a new stand in drummer while Gareth is away at school. Eddie's son is still fairly young, but he has great rhythm, and playing an instrument proves to be a great way to channel his energy. There is a new house rule that says sticks are for smacking drums only, and you can probably guess why. - Eddie plans small DnD oneshots for he and his son to play through together, and he loves it. The adventures, the battles, and the roleplaying are great for the imagination, and it's their favorite bonding time. Last year's Christmas present to his son was a custom set of abalone shell dice, and he treasures nothing more.

These were so fun to do!! Thank you for getting me thinking outside of my usual box :3 ❤️‍🔥 Requests are open!

[rattkween86]

Hug time! I can understand that feeling. ADD and RSD.

Hug time for sure!!! Thank you sm, you are so kind. 💕

[eowynstwin]

is Brandon Sanderson any good?? i've been getting more into high fantasy and everyone keeps recommending him

For me—yes, but also mostly no.

I think he's really creative when it comes to worldbuilding. I'd KILL to play a TTRPG set in the Stormlight Archives. He has an incredible knack for fantasy, I'll give him that with no complaint. Being able to see color as a function of having a soul and ingesting certain metals to fuel magnetic powers is very interesting. Gemstones as storage devices for magic makes my adolescent heart sing.

However.

Boil the fantasy meat off (most of) his stories and the bones are all the same. Downtrodden everyman discovers his magical powers and saves the world with them, OR, independent heroine discovers the world is more complicated than she thought. Not really much variation beyond that—it gets samey for me.

I don't think Sanderson is really very interested in delving too deeply into most of what he writes about, either. Sex is an untouchable subject to him, and whenever he very briefly mentions it, it ALWAYS occurs after characters have married. War, colonialism, slavery, and classism—he isn't willing to let these themes, which he's happy using to drive his stories, actually dirty up the narrative.

He is a Tolkien-style writer in a post-Game of Thrones culture. I'm sorry, Brandon, but all armies commit rape. Even the "good" ones. You can't escape that just because you don't mention it.

Also, I take issue with his very lukewarm efforts at true diversity in his books. One very minor gay character in his most recent work does not an ally make. Fantasy brown people (many of whom are blue-eyed) with no real-world ethnic analogues do not function as proper representation. Strong Female Characters Who Fight are not actually strong female characters if their interiority boils down to "I am a girl and I can fight!!" (Shallan Davar is the singular exception to this rule. Shallan my beloved.)

Also his heroines always seem to discover a love of dresses after presenting for much of the narrative as very androgynous, and tend to end up with male characters a few or very many years older than them. When you consider the fact that he is a dedicated Mormon, that doesn't speak well of that bit (or truly anything else).

Overall, despite all this—I wouldn't say DON'T read him. Just don't go in expecting anything especially profound. Basically no trigger warnings for any of his books—they're all very clean—and sometimes that's a good thing, but sometimes that's also a really bad thing.

Try Warbreaker or Elantris, if you want to. Those are standalones that will give you a pretty good idea of what all of his writing will be like.

[randomrottmntscreenshots]

I need Savage Ralph And panicking Ralph Please I need it (HES LITERALLY MY FAVORITE PART OF MY FAVORITE EPISODE)

This occasion calls for audio

[nona-gay-simus]

(love the shade in that alecto post, btw. sando's worldbuilding always very '1998 dnd setting')

Haha. I'm by no means an expert, I've read one of his books, which fell very flat to me in all the ways that matter to me as a reader (world-building, characters, conflict.)

His fans keep insisting that was an early work and I should try one of his newer stuff and like, nah man. I'd prefer to give my money to authors who aren't going to give them to the Church of Latter Saints, thanks. (Which btw if you don't know: Brando Sando is a Mormon and a portion of his profits goes to LDS church).

But my point still stands :D

[alastor-simp]

“𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊?” - 𝒟𝑜𝓇𝓂 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒻/𝒷𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇👩🏻‍🍳 𝒫𝒶𝓇𝓉 1/2

✮⋆˙ Summary: Despite being a magicless student in NRC, you are extremely talented in the kitchen. Hanging out with your boyfriend, you hear his stomach grumble, allowing the first thought to come to your mind, “Want me to make something for you?”

✮⋆˙ Pairings: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Leona Kingscholar x Reader, and Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

✮⋆˙ Genre: Fluff and Romance

✮⋆˙ Tags: Chef Reader, Cooking, Love Language, Cooking for Others, Acts of Service, Love Language: Acts of Service, Dorm Leaders x Reader, Female Chef Reader, Twisted Wonderland, Headcannons

✮⋆˙ Credit: Divider by @strangergraphics-archive

✮⋆˙ Looking For Part 2 -> X

Riddle Rosehearts🌹

🌹Riddle couldn't process what you said. You wanted to make something for him? He was pleased, but then the guilt came, He didn't want to trouble you with something like that. "Y/N!, y-you don't need to do that. I can always grab something from the cafeteria." Shaking your head, you grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you. "Nope~ I'm making you something. Now come on, show me where the kitchen is here in Heartslabyul."He went red, from shyness, not anger, as he gave in to you, telling you exactly where the dorm kitchen was, while giving your hand a soft squeeze.

🌹Having entered the kitchen, you realized it was empty, perfect, as both you and Riddle can be alone together. Pointing to the stool, you told Riddle to take a seat, as you went to get ready. Grabbing the apron and chef hat, you gave a huff of approval as you neared the sink, washing your hands. "So, have you thought of what you wanted?" Smiling up at Riddle, you awaited his answer, as he sat in a daze, until he realized you were talking to him.

🌹"Well I..." He placed his hand on his chin, giving it a thought. Leaning closer on the kitchen island, your hands held your face up, eyes sparkling, making him blush. "What are you craving? Pizza, soup, pasta, salad, cake, cookies? I can make anything you want. Ask away!" His mind was racing, unable to think of anything with you looking at him like that. His mind went to strawberry tarts, but he didn't want you to make something that required a long time to prepare, plus he wanted to eat something that gave him his nutritional needs. "Sandwich?" Riddle asked, wearing a soft smile.

🌹Without a word, you nodded your head and got to work, grabbing the essential ingredients, but adding a twist as you grabbed milk bread in the pantry, strawberries, sugar and whipping cream. Riddle watched you prep up, admiring how at ease you looked, remembering how nervous he was in the Culinary Crucible, when he was attempting to make cabbage rolls. Cooking wasn't at all like alchemy, as he originally thought, seeing how certain measurements and tools to prep were different despite them being almost similar. There was a part of him that wanted to improve his skills in the kitchen, maybe you could teach him?

🌹Riddle thoughts were interrupted as a plate was pushed in front of him. "Here you go, enjoy!" You said, with a smile, waiting for Riddle to try it. Looking at the sandwich, Riddle noticed that it wasn't a regular sandwich, seeing strawberries inside the bread, instead of meat and vegetables. "What is this?" He questioned, not knowing what it was you had prepared. "Oh, you never had a strawberry sando before? It's a fruit sandwich, so the bread is milk bread, adding a soft texture, and there is whipped cream inside along with strawberries. They are very popular in my world, plus I know how much you like strawberries, so I figured this was perfect to make for you."

🌹His mouth was shaped like a "O" as he continued to stare at you and the sandwich. Even when asked to make a sandwich, you made it in a way that suited his taste preferences? His heart couldn't stop thumping like crazy. Gauging Riddle's reaction, you worried, thinking he was upset, "Oh, do you not like it? I can't make another san-" Your words were cut off by him, "NO...no...the sandwich is perfect. Thank you, Y/N." Riddle picked it up, as he whispered "Itadakimasu" and bit into the sandwich. The delicious taste of whipped cream and the sweetness of the strawberries made Riddle hum in delight, eyes shining brightly from how amazing it was.

🌹"Hehe, judging by your reaction, I'm guessing you like it." Riddle nodded, as he continued to eat the sandwich, giving out a satisfied hum as he finished, using a napkin to clean his face. "Thank you again, my rose." His pure smile was making your heart melt, this boy was way too adorable. Walking over to him, you patted his head, making him stiffen at first, until he finally relaxed. "You're welcome Riddle. Whenever you are craving something or hungry, just ask me, okay?" Riddle leaned into the sensation, until you pulled away, making him a bit sad, but he smiled up at you. "Alright. Just make sure whatever you make me doesn't violate the 810 rules, understand?"

🌹Raising your eyebrow, you smirked at him, "Oh? And if it does, you going to throw what I made you away? How cruel" Stuttering, Riddle shook his head, recalling how he reacted with the Mont Blanc tart incident "N-no I wou-." He got cut off when you kissed his cheek, "Joking~" Calming down, Riddle looked down shyly, mumbling that he will eat whatever you make him, causing you to laugh as you kissed him again, making him flush with a mini smile on his face.

🌹What You Made For Riddle + Recipe🌹

Recipe- Strawberry Sando

Leona Kingscholar🦁

🦁Leona was napping in his room, while you were laying on the bed with him, well with him on top of you, as he nuzzled his head into your stomach, soft snores escaping him. You then hear a loud sound coming from him, recognizing that was a stomach grumble. "Hey Leona, want me to make you something to eat?" You whispered, not too soft though as you wanted him to hear you. Leona motioned his head up, one of his eyes opened, having woken up when you said that to him. "What?" He questioned you, thinking he was still dreaming. Looking down at him, you smiled, "Do you want me to make you something? I heard your stomach." You repeated what you said, making Leona smirk as he closed his eyes again, ready to go back to sleep. "I don't need herbivore food. Ruggie can bring me something anyway"

🦁He got a flick to the forehead, opening his eyes at you with a glare. "I'm not gonna make you a salad, Leona. I know you don't like vegetables. You're not gonna allow your girlfriend to cook for you?" You teased him, as you watched his ears twitch, tail moving when you said that, but he just turned, moving his body off of you, laying on the bed this time, mumbling a whatever as he went back to sleep. Smirking, you bent down to kiss his cheek, as you got up from the bed, heading out to shop for the ingredients. "Oy." You stopped, hearing Leona speak, turning to see a wallet being thrown towards you, as you caught it, looking at him confused. "Use that to buy what you need." He said, as he remained laying down on the bed. Smiling, you put the wallet in your pocket, as you headed out, closing the door behind you softly.

🦁Getting what you needed from the market a few minutes from NRC, you placed the bags on the kitchen counter, letting out a huff. Ruggie was kind enough to leave you alone in the kitchen, but not before telling you to promise him to save him some leftovers with whatever you made. Looking around, you found an apron and chef hat, putting them on as you started to wash your hands. Going to the bags, you pulled out the ground beef, onions, breadcrumbs, Worcestershire sauce, ketchup and potatoes. You chopped and sauteed the onions and then add them to the ground beef, mixing in other ingredients, then forming the meat into patty's. Getting the frying pan, you cooked the meat, covering it, as you began to work on the potatoes, peeling them.

🦁A pair of arms wrapped around your stomach, making you jump, as you felt a head land on your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. Humming, you leaned your head against him, as you continued to peel the potatoes. "Hi." He said against your shoulder, making you respond back with a "Hi" as well. He continued to hold you, feeling his tail curl against your leg, make you giggle. "Leona, as much as I love you, I can't cook like this." With a grumble, he pulled away, motioning his body to sit against the chair, near the kitchen table, propping his head up with his hand, as he continued to watch you, emerald eyes gazing at you intensely.

🦁Once the meat was done, you prepared the sauce for them, while you finished boiling the potatoes, pureeing them to mash as you set them aside. Once everything was all set, you plated it well, turning around to Leona, who was surprisingly awake. Setting the plate down, you gave Leona a soft smile, "Its hamburg steak with mashed potatoes! I hope you like it." Leona look disinterested in it, but his tail and ears gave him away as they continued to move. Grabbing the fork, he took a piece of the meat off and raised it to his lips, taking a bite. You watched him intently, gauging his reaction. He remained the same, not even a crack of a smile, but he continued to eat, finishing the whole plate as well as the mashed potatoes, not expecting him to like them since they were part of the vegetables family. He licked his lips, before smirking at you, "Not bad, herbivore. I might hire you as my personal chef."

🦁Happy that he enjoyed it, you smiled, grabbing the plate as you began to wash up. "Glad you liked it. I was worried for a second since I'm not the best at making fancy dishes." Leona scrunched his eyebrows at that, "What you mean by fancy?" Moving your hands in the sink, you explained that he was a prince, especially growing up in a kingdom, he had a more variety to expensive delicious dishes, so you worried that what you made wouldn't fare well with what he's probably had before in his hometown.

🦁You felt your body being lifted up, turned around as he set you on the counter, using his body and arms to cage you, a predator corning his prey. He smirked down at you, as he leaned closer into your face, "Prince. Not a prince. It shouldn't matter. I'll eat whatever you make me, Herbivore, as long as you make it for me and me alone." Heart beating in your chest, your cheeks flushed as you gazed at Leona, as he leaned closer, enjoying your reaction. "Even a salad?" Teasing him back, you watch his expression drop, giving you a semi-glare. "Don't push it." Laughing, you grabbed his face, pulling him into a kiss, which he reciprocated back, pulling you closer.

🦁The two of you continued the kissing session, until you realized that you were still in the kitchen and that you needed to clean up. "Leona, hold on, we can't do this here." You said between kisses, out of breath from how passionate he was. Leona let out a deep chuckle, as he pulled away slightly, "Why not? It's my dorm anyway." Pushing him back, you got off the counter, trying to steady yourself. "I know that, but still. Besides, I have to clean up plus I promised Ruggie I leave him something." Leona let out a soft growl, as he grabbed your chin, lifting it up to look at him. "Bringing up another man's name in front of me huh? Didn't I say for me and me only?"

🦁Unamused, you removed his hand from your chin. "Hey! He was nice enough to let me use the kitchen and he made sure no one else came in, knowing that the other students in this dorm would have grabbed what I was cooking and run away with it. The hyena boy deserves it." You went back to cleaning, as Leona let out a hmph and sat back down on his chair. "When I'm done, we can continue in your room." Tiling your head back to look at him, you gave a sultry look, which he responded with a smirk of his own.

🦁Having finished, setting a covered plate inside for Ruggie. Your body was then lifted up, swung over Leona's shoulders like a sack of potatoes as he headed towards his room. Grabbing your phone, you sent Ruggie a text that there was a plate for him in the kitchen and also not to disturb Leona and you.

🦁What You Made For Leona + Recipe🦁

Recipe- Japanese Hamburg Steak

Azul Ashengrotto🐙

🐙 In his office, Azul was writing away at his desk, finalizing some paperwork, while you were sitting on the chair across his desk, finishing your school work. He knew he was busy, so he arranged it that after class, the both of you would stay in his office in Mostro Lounge, enjoying each others company. He said it was just him being benevolent, but you knew that was a lie, since he absolutely adore you. A stomach growl was heard a few feet away from you, prompting you to look up from your work. Azul was still writing away, but his cheeks were slightly pink, embarrassed that you heard that.

🐙"Hungry? Want me to make you something?" You asked with a smile, putting your school work to the side. Azul dropped his pen, looking at you with shock, before he regained his composure, pushing his glasses up. "Angelfish, there is no need for you to cook for me. Besides, I'm not that hu-" Another growl came from his stomach, making his face go red, hiding it with his hands in embarrassment. "Well your stomach is telling me directly that your lying." Giggling, you got up from the chair, heading towards the door. You looked back at him, "What would you like?" Azul remained in the same position, before removing his hands, looking at you with a soft expression. "Something healthy please. I'm on a strict diet." Your heart ached at that, remembering the glimpses of his past that you saw during his Overblot, how bad his insecurity was. Giving him a kind smile, you nodded, as you headed out.

🐙Heading into the kitchen in the lounge, you saw that both Jade and Floyd were in there, Jade polishing some dishes while Floyd was sitting on the ground, criss-crossed, bored out of his mind. "Hey Leech bros." You waved at them, making them turn to look at you. "Heyyyyy Shrimp-channnnn~" Floyd tackled you into a hug, making you laugh. "Greetings, Prefect. What brings you into the kitchen?" You made your way over to the hanging apron, with Floyd dragging behind you, still holding on to you. "Azul was hungry so I'm making him something to eat." Jade smiled at your reasoning, as he continued to polish the dishes. "Oy Shrimpy. You making something for Azul and not for me? Meanie" Floyd whined in your ear, as he continued to squeeze you, as you made your way over to the sink, washing your hands.

🐙 "If you let me borrow the kitchen and make something for Azul, I'll cook something for the both of you after, okay?" You said, turning your head to look at Floyd while looking back at Jade. Floyd smiled, exposing all his teeth as he squeezed you again, making you go a bit blue. "Floyd. The prefect can't cook if you suffocate them" Floyd whined, but let you go, allowing you to breathe. "Thanks Jade." You thanked him as he gave you a closed eyed smile. Getting the ingredients, you got rice, pickled radish, chicken tenders, seaweed wrap and seasonings. Cooking the rice, you coated the tenders in breadcrumbs, deciding it be better to pan-fry it. Once that was done, you cooled the rice down as you began to cut the radish into thin strips. Jade and Floyd continued to watch you, finding your cooking very entertaining to them, while also admiring your skills.

🐙Once that was all set, you layered the rice, chicken, and radish on the seaweed wrap and rolled it, as you then grabbed a knife and slice them, making gimpap rolls. "Perfect!" Excited, you began to clean up, making sure to wipe the counters, and clean the tools you used. "Sugoi~ They look yummy." You heard Floyd say, as he held the plate in his hand, widening his jaw. "AHH! NO!" Yelling out, you jumped up, grabbing the plate from him. "These are Azul's. You'll get your food later." Floyd pouted, making grabby hands at the food, earning a chuckle from Jade. "Floyd. I will add mushrooms to your dish if you don't behave." Threatening him with a glare, Floyd immediately dropped his hands, yet he still pouted as he sat down on the ground.

🐙Holding the plate, you walked past the both up them, reaching one hand down to rub Floyd's head, earning a chuckle from him, his mood improving. Knocking on Azul's door, you heard an enter, as you opened the door, holding the plate up with a smile. "Your food is ready~" Singing out, you made your way over to him, placing the plate down gently on his desk. Azul observed the dish, with precision, wondering exactly what you made him, "What have you made me, Angelfish?" Azul looked at you then back at the dish. "Oh its chicken gimbap. There are many ways to make it, but I decided to do it with chicken this time. I pan-fried it instead, so it's healthier and the inside has rice and pickled radish inside, and the wrapping is seaweed paper."

🐙Azul's looked at you like you were the most amazing treasure in the world. He knew you knew about his love for fried chicken, but he didn't indulge in it often, wanting to maintain his figure. Yet, here comes you, making him a simple dish that was both healthy and included his favorite food, he could almost cry. "Are you okay, Azul?" He shook out of his trance, your question bringing him back to reality. "Y-yes. I'm fine. Itadakimasu." His fork stabbed one of the rolls as he held it to his mouth, putting the whole thing his mouth with elegance. His eyes widen, the juiciness of the chicken and the tanginess of the radish was irresistible. He was grabbing another one, and another and another, having finished the dish quickly, letting out a satisfied sigh.

🐙"Subarashii." was the only word he let out, turning to you with a kind smile. "Your cooking is astounding. I would love to try other dishes from you in the future." Reaching his arm out, he pulled you so you were sitting on his lap, his head nuzzling against your shoulder. His sweet gesture made your heart skip a beat, as you nuzzled your head against him. "I could make some new dishes for your business too, if you want. I know how passionate you are about it." Azul chuckled, moving his head to place a soft kiss on your cheek, then turning back to nuzzle your shoulder.

🐙The both of you remained in the position for a while, till a loud knock was heard. "OYYYYY SHRIMPY~ ME AND JADE ARE HUNGRY." Realizing you forgot about the twins, you slowly got up Azul's lap, letting him know that you promised the twins. He was already missing your warmth, but he knew that Floyd was quite insufferable when he was hungry, so he allowed you to go. His eyes watched you as you left, as he tilted his head back with a sigh. This man was so in love with you.

🐙What You Made For Azul + Recipe🐙

Recipe- Chicken Gimbap

🍱🥘🍜To be Continued In Part 2🍜🥘🍱

[jesswritesthat]

Bakugo Katsuki: Sando

Fandom: BNHA // MHA — [ Masterlist ]

Warnings: None

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Bakugou wasn't one for obvious favourites, like or dislike was enough if he was ever forced to answer. However, this quaint café located in his patrol quadrant was an entirely different story and he'd frequent it often whenever he was nearby, though only on certain days.

If anyone ever asked about it, Bakugou claims that the freshly made spicy katsusandos there were the ideal lunch / snack for patrol. Mina and Kaminari have also been recommended the cheesecake due to his knowledge of their sweet preferences.

Today it was your desperate voice that made him pause at the open door after taking out a low rate villain, furrowed brows accompanying his stoic expression.

"Can I make one more katsusando - real quick?"

"We've sold out. We don't normally—" That was your supervisor, he knew of that extra but not by name.

"I know, I'll make it myself I swear, just one more."

"Alright, you know where the stuff is. Clean it once you're done." Though they sighed exasperatedly, it seemed you were pleased with the acceptance.

A noise of agreement echoed, then a cluttering of pans which he'd assumed was your doing, if you were making your lunch then he might as well come back later.

Except by the time he’d explosively shot back across the city hours later, barrelling in a minute before closing with smoke spiralling from his entrails, only you remained with the same welcoming smirk you always greeted him with - and one neatly wrapped spicy katsusando expectantly held out to him.

“You made it huh? Lucky, you got the last one.”

There was always so much he'd aimed to reply with that’d be cool or impressive, but as always he limited it to the same response, one day he'd think about changing that - just not now. Not with you leaving his mind annoyingly blank and heart frantically racing because of a damn sandwich.

"Thanks (L/n)."

Huh. Usually it was extra.

Yeah. Bakugou Katsuki had a favourite café that he frequented on certain days. But most definitely, only for the katsusandos.

The ones that you make.

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[piano-hoarder]

What does this mEaN

Valhalla: Ruin and Odium, they both talked about their passion, and it was italicized both times. Would any other Shards talk about passion in that same-

Brandon Sanderson: *firmly* Yes.

Valhalla: -italicized way?

Brandon Sanderson: They would.

Valhalla: Would any of them NOT talk about it that way?

Brandon Sanderson: Yes.

Valhalla: That was my questions. Thank you very much.

Brandon Sanderson: Excellent, good questions!

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Lol silly request here so only if you want to but since you couldn't decorate I was wondering if you would like to write a short blurb of Billy and Steve decorating together. Maybe Steve sneaking out the mistletoe to lure Billy into a kiss. (Not that he would need to be lured in at all lol) only if you think you'd like to write this though!! No worries if not! 💙

This is GREAT, and I'm so in the mood for holiday fic themes, thank you sm Gin!!!💕

OKAY SO HERE'S MY LITTLE IMAGINE because this is too cute💕

They had almost finished decorating Hopper's cabin in the effort to get him into the holiday spirit. Since Hopper had been working longer shifts, they knew he wouldn't have the time, and they wanted El to have a magical Christmas this year after everything she had endured. They couldn't wait to surprise them both.

Billy stepped back from the golden-lit tree and studied the position of the star on top. He crinkled his brows and went back to adjusting it one more time while Steve huffed and puffed by the front door, clearly struggling with some greenery he was trying to hang along the doorframe.

"A little help here?" Steve finally griped. Billy smirked and approached Steve, but still made no effort to help him.

"What's the matter? Can't reach?" Billy's smirk bloomed into a bright smile as Steve looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"I know what you want me to say, and you can forget it," Steve mumbled as he continued to struggle with the decor. Billy just crossed his arms and looked on while Steve tiptoed to try and get a better reach.

"You know what? Fine," Steve conceded. "You're taller than me, so could you please help me finish hanging this?" Billy chuckled and held up the greenery along the door frame so Steve could secure it with some pushpins. Billy knew he wasn't taller than Steve, but he liked to egg him on to say it anyway.

The both stepped back from the door, surveying the position of the...mistletoe?

Billy turned to Steve who was already looking at him with dreamy eyes and a face that had "got ya" written all over it.

"Like always," Billy drawled, stepping closer to Steve, circling an arm around his waist and pulling him close. "You've got me right where you want me, Harrington."

Steve grinned, very satisfied with himself, before leaning in, one hand lightly tousling into Billy's curls as he kissed him -- slow, sweet, and magical, just like it was supposed to be. Their warmth filled the small room as they basked in the glow of the holiday lights, relishing in slow motion kisses until Billy had something to say.

"You know, since we seem to be done here," he started, locking eyes with Steve and raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Why don't we move on to some...more rigorous extracurriculars?"

Steve laughed and rested his forehead on Billy's. "I thought you'd never ask," he replied, a mischievous gleam in his eye. I hope this is okay!!! I tried to make it kind of short and sweet, and I love the playful dynamic of them kind of picking on each other in good fun lol. Thank you so much for requesting this!! 💕

[0798f]

🎇 — Picnic.

RELATIONSHIP: Oikawa Toru x Reader

SUMMARY: Inspired by the beautiful weather, Oikawa wants to go on a picnic with you.

A/N: Day 5 of the Hanami event! I love writing Oikawa as absolutely obsessed and in love with his partner.

Toru

(Name)-chan!!!!!!!!! ♡♡♡ Let’s go on a picnic ♪(´▽｀)

(Name) couldn’t even finish reading the messages before Oikawa decided to call them instead. “Hi, Toru.”

“(Name)-chan~! I miss you!” They had just seen each other at school yesterday. “It’s cherry blossom season!”

He was stating the obvious again, but (Name) loved to listen. Their walk to school yesterday was in the midst of a cherry blossom hurricane, and while that was beautiful to look out, it was less beautiful when (Name) had to pick petals off their clothes. Instead of helping, or even shaking the cherry blossoms off his own person, Oikawa took a million photos of them. He giggled with delight, saying something about how adorable (Name) looked with cherry blossoms in their hair, until Iwaizumi arrived to smack him on the back of the head. Cherry blossom petals went flying.

“I know,” (Name) responded. Oikawa phone calls took about 3 hours on average, so they closed their textbook. No homework was going to get done while this conversation occurred. “It’s really pretty now that the wind died down. I ran some errands this morning and enjoyed the view.”

There was the sound of fabric rustling. (Name) could imagine Oikawa rolling around in his bed as they talked. “Exactly! The wind died down, so I think we should spend some time outside tomorrow. How about a picnic?”

Oikawa was sickeningly sweet when it came to romance. He always favored the cliche relationship experiences— stuff like ice-skating dates and sharing a drink with two straws. Things that (Name) never thought they’d like, but Oikawa made everything seem as special as it did in the movies. He was dedicated to making the perfect experiences and it didn’t matter if they were actually perfect or not. Oikawa was like a deer learning to walk when they tried ice skating and brought (Name) crashing to the ice multiple times. But they were laughing the whole time because Oikawa made it special.

He knew (Name) was listening so he continued. “The weather is gonna be amazing tomorrow! I was thinking we would go to the park by your house since there are some nice trees over there. My sister is baking cookies tonight so I can bring some!”

“Oh, this is perfect timing,” Oikawa heard (Name)’s smile. “I bought groceries earlier because I wanted to make fruit sandwiches for us.”

“Wahh, really?! This is destiny, (Name)-chan! Fruit sandos are the perfect picnic food!” Oikawa’s energy was infectious. (Name) had never been on a picnic before— it wasn’t exactly the type of thing people did on their own —but Oikawa would make it exciting. “I’ll bring cookies, drinks, and the blanket, and you bring fruit sandos and your gorgeous self! I’ll stop by your house at noon, is that okay?”

“That’s perfect, I’m excited.” A lull in the conversation made (Name) think. “… Do you dress up for picnics?”

There was silence from Oikawa initially. He was lucky (Name) couldn’t see him, because his face was flushed red as he imagined a whole fashion show worth of cute outfits (Name) could wear. His favorites included a cute sun hat and the charm bracelet he got them for their birthday last year. 

Oikawa blurted out, “you look beautiful all the time!” Which wasn’t an answer to (Name)’s question, so he continued, “but, we can dress up! We’ll look really cute together and we can take pictures!”

The mention of photos brought (Name)’s gaze to the picture frame on their desk. For the millions of photos Oikawa had taken in their years together, the photo (Name) decided to showcase was one of the first they ever took together. They were first years and little more baby-faced, and Oikawa’s eyes sparkled as he pulled (Name) close with an arm around their waist. (Name) was much more awkward, a wary smile and slightly furrowed brows, but their gaze was warm on Oikawa rather than the camera. He had asked a few times why (Name) chose that photo, and all they said was that it embodied their relationship.

“We always need more pictures,” (Name) laughed. “I’ll dress up. I need to finish my homework and make the sandwiches, so I gotta go for now. See you tomorrow, Toru.”

“Bye bye! Remember to take breaks!” Oikawa never hung up first, and after a short pause, he could still hear some shuffling on (Name)’s end. “(Name)-chan?”

(Name) tugged on their phone charm. “… Love you, have a good night.”

Oikawa rolled around in his bed so much he almost accidentally hung up. (Name) could vaguely hear a muffled squeal. “I love you too, so much!”

“(Name)-chaaan~!”

Sunlight filtered through the trees and (Name) had to squint to see Oikawa waving at them from further down the sidewalk. He wore a pink sweater vest over a pastel blue button up, no doubt trying to match colors with the cherry blossoms and afternoon sky. 

(Name) smiled, closing their front door behind them. “Perfect timing, Toru. You look very handsome.”

“Of course I have perfect timing! It’s my job,” Oikawa smirked, sparkling in the afternoon sun. But he was distracted by the dazzling sight of (Name) in their picnic date outfit: a light and airy ensemble to enjoy the warmer weather. Mentally, he gave himself a pat on the back for guessing they would wear that white sun hat he saw on the floor of their closet. “(Name)-chan, you look beautiful!”

He couldn’t help but close the distance and pull (Name) into a tight hug, but the large container they carried forced him to settle into a side hug. “Hmm,” Oikawa hummed. He squeezed their shoulders and pressed a chaste kiss to their temple. “Seems like a pretty big container for some fruit sandos…”

(Name) leaned into his touch and let out a dry laugh. “It’s a little more than the fruit sandos. I just got excited to make food… Let’s go set up so you can see.”

The park was a short walk from (Name)’s house, and Oikawa grabbed the container from their arms before they had the chance to protest. He tucked it under his arm, opposite from the tote bag of stuff he brought, just so he could hold (Name)’s hand on their way there. 

Oikawa guided them to a very specific spot in the park; a cherry blossom tree a bit away from the path that (Name) liked to relax by sometimes. It had a perfect view of the park that Oikawa capitalized on when he spread out the gingham patterned blanket that his mother would probably be looking for soon.

He leaned over (Name)’s container with sparkling eyes, bumping the top of his head against (Name)’s. “What did you make~? I’m so excited.” Oikawa wasn’t a terrible cook by any means, but he avoided it when possible so he only had his sister’s cookies to bring. Everyone else in his life was a much better cook and he loved to mooch delicious meals off of them— (Name) in particular. The love they put into every meal was unmatched.

(Name) laughed like sunshine and took the lid off the container. “Fruit sandos, of course. And…” They pulled out two small bento boxes next to the sandwiches, showing them off to Oikawa with a subtle smile. “Octopus sausage with fried rice.”

Oikawa was starving, and among all the food, he decided that (Name) and their beautiful smile was the perfect meal. The bento box nearly fell from their hand when Oikawa swooped in for a kiss, his arm steadying the back of their head. He couldn’t help but smile against their lips as he pulled them closer, layering kiss after kiss until (Name) managed to break away long enough to get some words out.

“…We haven’t even eaten yet,” they said, and it sounded like a complaint but their eyes, shining, still focused on Oikawa’s lips.

He hummed in agreement, yet pulled (Name) back in for another kiss. (Name) melted in his arms, kissing back with their own fervor. They liked to think of themself as cautious and hesitant, but Oikawa made it easy to indulge. 

He encouraged it, in fact, because it meant that the partner of his dreams would kiss him shyly until they were out of breath.

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[caracarnn]

I keep seeing takes that Rand was an asshole in the books can someone explain WHERE? And that the fandom, collectively, agreed prior to the show that he was? I've read irritating, insufferable, useless but never an asshole? Keeping people at a distance doesn't make him an asshole. And he never once had a scene where he got caught cheating (it's what it is lbr here. Even if Lanfear is manipulative. It's still cheating. And while he's laying next to Egwene too. if this were any other fandom it would be called exactly that.) and then turned it around on Egwene and said it was because she was busy with her life or w/e tf he was accusing her of.

So, I'm geniunely asking, where was Rand an asshole in the books? Especially when RJ was writing them. (sando did include that weird bit when he up and left starving ppl) I'm talking RJ's books.

Can someone also answer what Rand was meant to be doing with the power at the end of the ep when he was staring at it? Like that's the one time he majorly channels this season and like ?

asking for a friend here ok. I'm the friend

[cuneiformkey]

Pretty sure this is how BrandoSando does it

Murderbot isn't on a mission or contract so it's just sitting at the preservation station in it's permanent hotel room watching serials and writing fics. It writes 15k word chapters daily, to the complete joy and also bafflement and concern of all of its readers.

One of them comments asking "Do you sleep??"

It replies "No."

This interaction is screenshotted and added to the 4000 post long forum discussion titled simply "how are they still alive"

whenever any of them get close to figuring it out, ratthi chimes in with a red herring while murderbot, secret forum moderator, quietly deletes the post and scrubs the internet of all traces of its existence or deletion.

[randomrottmntscreenshots]

I wish There was an scene where Ralph Starts gong savage and beat on the crab brothers! (I JUST LOVE SAVAGE RALPH SO MUCH)

Ok!

[amaltheas-garden]

This snip from S7 script

"Jon has truly never seen a girl like this before. Her beauty, her strength, her grief and the pain in makes him feel... they all push him to the realization that he loves her

What do you think D&D were thinking when they were writing this? Did George give them the notes about jonerys falling in love or he told them Jon and Dany will have an affair and D&D took that to mean it's love? In the books, most are convinced there will be a marriage for love between them but we never got that in the show. Why would D&D not have them marry if it's such an important mileage in their relationship? All we got was the "parallel' with R and L but that's actually not a parallel because we were shown RL getting married.

I'll preface this by saying I haven't watched any season in full past 3, so most of what I know of the later seasons comes from yt clips and posts on here.

This is going to be in three sections:

Why did J/D not marry in the show?

Why J/D won't marry in the books

Why J/S could happen in the books despite not happening in the show

1: On the first point, idk what d&d were going for, and I absolutely have no clue what grrm told them regarding Jon and Dany's relationship.

The main point of contention seems to be in reconciling the J/D romance and Dany's death, with a large portion of the book fanbase expecting a J/D romance and marriage. I know it's an unpopular opinion, but I just don't think Jon and Dany will be the main love story of the next books. Regardless, the short answer to 'why did d&d not have J/D romance end in marriage if it's an important milestone in the books' is that they won't get married in the books either.

2: As far as using the show as an indicator for the books, I'd say focus on where characters end up, not how they get there. For instance, Sansa and Theon got completely butchered because d&d saw an easy way of cutting corners. They knew they needed a Theon pov to know what was going on w/ Ramsay and Winterfell, and knew Sansa had to go from pawn to player and meet Jon at the Wall for the eventual retaking of Winterfell. So, they thought instead of doing separate Theon-Sansa storylines with a few girl-in-grey red herrings and spending money on a tourney scene and boring Vale politics, lets just skip over the Vale stuff, have Sansa be Jeyne and kill two birds with one stone! With Arya, they sent her off to Braavos to become a badass, cut out the thematically important Stoneheart stuff, and then just shuffle her back to Winterfell. And Bran, the worst offender of the bunch, is practically cut from the show before being brought back to be king. That's all the evidence you need to know D&D only cared about taking the shortest, simplest route possible to (grrm's) predetermined endpoints. (I might have one-sided beef with brando sando, but d&d reallyyy could have benefited from hearing Journey BEFORE Destination!)

I'd also point out that book-show personalities are different: Sansa is still a young girl desperately trying to still cling to hope and belief in goodness and kindness like the heroes in her stories, Arya is a traumatized child who just wants to go back home while also trying to balance her desire to protect innocents and take revenge against those who wronged her family, Bran had all his dreams taken by one man's actions and now has to find his place in the world, and Jon was intended to be the subversion of the classic fantasy-hero archetype. But in the show, Sansa is an ice queen, Arya is badass sword girl, Bran is there, and Jon is a dumb stereotypical hero. Show Jon just doesn't behave in a way book!Jon would, so I'd expect a lot more complexity in book!J/D's relationship than straightforward romance. Point being, D&D are fine having characters end up where grrm told them to put them, they just don't care for the getting there part (also known as a story). If J/D was supposed to be a romance ending in marriage, they would have done that. Jon lives, Dany dies, Sansa rules the North, Bran becomes king, Arya continues her adventures are the points we should take away from the final seasons. The journey of how we get there is something we'll only find out when grrm publishes the books 🤡.

3: And because this is a filthy Jonsa blog, and I must connect everything back to it:

Some (most) of this is going to contradict what I just said, but bear with me. Dany's death was clearly meant to be the big shock twist of the show. The main criticism of her arc was that it came out of nowhere and was underdeveloped. D&D had to accomplish three things: J/D meet, Dany dies, and the audience doesn't see it coming. Easiest way to do that is have J/D romance, tease a possible marriage to unite the North with Dany, then have a half assed rug pull where she goes coo coo for cocoa puffs and her former lover stabs her. Regardless of the sincerity of the feelings, a romance subplot was the easiest way to insert melodrama, Stark infighting, and make the audience believe there could be a happy ending between the two. Was it done well? no. But could I see what they were trying to do? yeah.

So how would book Jonsa come into play and why would D&D ignore that element? Simply put, if Jonsa happens, it would have started developing in S6, and if Jon knows he feels for Sansa in *that* way, it makes the idea of Jon going team Dany less likely, and in turn makes the audience more suspicious of Jon's true motives. This will be even worse in the books, seeing as Jon will have (hopefully) developed a closer relationship w/ Sansa, got his beloved baby sister back, and the last of his half-brothers. The close sibling bonds keeping him allied with House Stark means Dany's main in with Jon so to speak would be through a romantic relationship, and if that place is already occupied by yet another Stark, it becomes pretty obvious that Jon will never fully be on her side. This is a problem, because we pretty much know the Starks are supposed to come out on top, so being in conflict with them isn't a good sign for Dany's endgame. Making Jon and Sansa's relationship platonic/familial instead of romantic makes a happy J/D endgame feel more likely to the audience/ makes her villain turn & death less obvious.

Grrm is a self-proclaimed romantic at heart, and I find it very hard to believe we won't get a sincere romance involving his favorite Byronic hero. This is pure speculation on my part, but I tend to think Jon will entertain a marriage with Dany as a way of securing the Starks' safety/ making peace between Dany and the North in a very obvious act of Duty over Love. Having those good ol' forbidden feelings develop between Jon and Sansa in Winds, being separated by Jon's decision to enter a politically advantageous relationship w/ Dany only to discover they're cousins and could have been together adds a nice dimension to the Starks v. Dany conflict. And Dany dying in the end means Jon has the choice to choose a love marriage over duty. But if we assume (and I'm aware it's a BIG assumption), that Jonsa is a book possibility, then the romantic aspect was played down in the show to make Jon's betrayal of Dany less obvious and preserve the shock value of her death. And at that point, they couldn't really end the show with a Jonsa marriage because there was no basis for it (not that that stopped them from doing King Bran I guess but whatever... a girl can dream). If I were to make a snide comment on the ending, GoT did like doing surface level girlboss moments, so Sansa ending up as a solo queen instead of a sappy Aragorn-Arwen love story was consistent with their other character decisions. (I honestly do love Sansa's coronation scene and there are some good metas on Sansa-Elizabeth I, so I don't want to dismiss that possibility entirely, I just think D&D's track record of throwing Arya/Sansa/Dany into the same stoic/badass stock character blender might've influenced their choice to downplay Sansa's possible romantic storyline despite it being a central theme in the books).

Just to summarize, Jon and Dany didn't get married in the show because they won't get married in the books, the book relationship will be much more complicated than the show version, and D&D's character writing in terms of their internal journey doesn't matter that much since they overtly changed character personalities from the books, and only care about characters getting where they need to go regardless of how it comes about. Assuming book Jonsa happens, this subplot was abandoned to prioritize shock value and keep audiences guessing who would win till the literal last episode. And because of the scrapping of a romantic relationship between the two, their respective endings were modified.

[nikkento-writes]

After back-to-back-to-back meetings, you finally emerge from your office at home, stomach grumbling, hungry for the lunch you should have taken over an hour ago. You’ve only got fifteen minutes to spare before yet another conference call. Nanami stopped by earlier for his own lunchbreak before heading off to another mission and you’re sad to have missed him. Hoping to hear his voice even just for a few seconds, you retrieve your phone from your pocket, ready to dial his number. Before you can, you notice a few text messages from him that puts the biggest smile on your face.

There’s lunch for you in the fridge. 

Hope your meetings go well. On a mission the rest of the day, so no access to phone. 

I love you.

You open the fridge and see a plate with plastic wrapped over it, covering the tamago sando he made for you, one of your favorites. A little note in his handwriting is taped to it. Enjoy lunch, sweetheart. I love you.You’ll never get tired of hearing it. The both of you have made it a habit to say it often; with his profession as a Jujutsu Sorcerer, there’s no way to predict if it will ever be the last.

Heart full, you devour the sandwich quickly, snapping a quick shot of the empty plate. You send it to him along with a message of your own. No crumbs left. Thank you for lunch, sweetie. Have a safe mission. I can’t wait to see you at home. I love you so much. This is exactly what you need to get through the rest of your workday.

You end up working overtime to finish some deadlines before the weekend, so by the time your husband returns home, you’re still staring at the computer screen, typing away at your keyboard. When you hear him moving around in the kitchen, you start typing faster, desperate to be done with this and to be held in your husband’s arms. Responses to your emails are going to come in soon, but waiting around for them isn’t going to make you feel any better, so you finally get up from your chair to greet Nanami. He looks tired too, eyes heavy with fatigue, hair ruffled, tie loosened around his neck. His job is exhausting, and you always feel guilty complaining about yours when he constantly risks his life for his.

He's sat on the couch, head leaned back, eyes closed as if he’s ready for a nap. When he hears you approaching, he opens his eyes, smiling as soon as he sees you, the weariness in his expression almost disappearing completely. “Hi sweetheart,” he says, patting the spot beside him. “Done with work?”

You sit down, resting your head on his shoulder. He’s warm, always is, and you bask in it, an instant serotonin boost. “Almost. Just a few more minutes. Waiting for some emails.”

He kisses your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I’m sure you can check them on Monday.”

You yawn, closing your eyes without really meaning to. “They might have some questions – ”

He guides you down onto his lap, letting you use him as a pillow, stroking your head gently. “You can answer them next week.” His voice is soft and soothing, like a lullaby coaxing you into the most peaceful slumber. He knows all the ways to put you at ease, to make you forget about deadlines and projects and emails that you think can’t wait but actually can. Because getting to do this with him means he’s home, safe and sound. Alive.

You’re asleep now, already snoring, his hand still petting you softly. The distinct sound of an email notification pings from your office, but nobody budges, especially not Nanami. He smiles down at you, watching your sleeping form, enjoying the way your body rises and falls with every steady breath you take. He gets to sit here and be with you like this. Emails, deadlines, curses, overtime. Nothing even matters but you.

[kamisama1kiss]

HIIIII THE MOVIE WAS SO GOOD AND I SAW YOU WERE TAKING REQUESTS AND OMG OMG COULD YOU DO A NEKOMA MANAGER x KENMA PRETTY PLEASE ITS OKAY IF NOT BUT ANYWAYS THE MOVIE HAS ME AUGH!! Ah! preferably the prompt i think would be fun is either Kenma and Y/N going to the conbini and/or arcade in the middle of the night after the loss (they sneak out of the hotel) or Arcade/GameStop Worker!Reader x Regular!Kenma. This is my first time making a request so HOPEFULLY I did this right!!

The movie is so good, like wow. I actually did some small researching for snacks for a konbini 😝🫶 You did great, BTW! Loved the cute idea!! ♡

Song of choice: Sweet by Cigarette After Sex

!⚠️Spoilers from The Dumster Battle will be mentioned shortly⚠️!

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Kenma Kozume { Midnight Snacks }

"Not of your brightest moments {Name}" Kenma spoke with the volleyball manager, walking next to him along the streets of Japan for a breather. "Perhaps not, but you didn't say no."

They smiled at him, finding his constant small frown from having to leave the comfort of sleeping to go out, alongside his switch being placed into their pocket for no purpose of being used.

"It has been a long enough day as is." not adding much of an answer while he was still tired from the match with Karasuno. Shrugging a shoulder at what he had side, "This just a short trip to clear our minds, besides its good for you to go outside some more."

They spoke gently, placing a light hand on his shoulder. The walking stops in a halt. "I know this was hard on you after how it ended, with the ball falling out of your hand at the end."

Almost as he held his breath when it was mentioned, his shoulder stiffened as well, feeling guilt from earlier. Nonetheless, he had experienced a new feeling. "You had fun playing volleyball today, I saw it. We all saw it." A soft patting motion with the hand resting on his shoulder, further making their way down the street lit path.

Rounding the corner in silence, the loudest sounds were easily picked up by the sounds of shoes hitting the concrete. It was maybe quiet but not uncomfortable. Simply, a warm aura wrapped the duo.

It could be seen as Kenma eyed them. Hesitation was shown in his movements, with enough curridge his hand finally latched on to their hand. It was pinkey linked, a small form of affection that he rearly initiated himself.

Hearts beating as one, with the stars dancing along the dark canvas up above. Comfort was broken at some point. "We could head to the konbini, up ahead." They suggested in a soft whisper, pointing briefly with their head. "A night snack could be nice."

The night felt as a warm breeze when they now had a destination to make. He was quiet, but not many words needed to be exchanged between the two. Lazily smiling as his eyes would softly admire how the moonshine hit their face, never having gotten the grasp of how they even ended up together.

With a blink of en eye now standing in front, one of the few ials of snacks, food, and simple groceries along such. "Hm, I feel for a strawberry sando. You?" They asked him while they reached for the strawberry snack.

His cat-like gaze roamed before reaching his wish. "A apple pie flavoured Umaibo." Reaching for one alongside it being not too far from where they stood.

"I'll pay." They said even before he could even utter another word. "Are you sure? I could pay for my own just fine." Raising a light brow but gives them the snack if choice anyhow.

"I insist, take it as a treat. You paid for the last one." They grinned at him as they now spinned on the heel to go upfront, lightly tugging him after with the pinkey still being held.

With yet another flash of a blink, they sat outside of the konbini, each munching on their respected snacks. "You know, this evening was pleasant, actually." He mumbled after a second bite, looking over at them only to already be greeted by a pleased and eased smile.

"I am glad to hear so." They lightly spoke, the moon shunned yet again on the two, giving them a soft glow. Going from linked pinkey to hands completely intertwined as time went on.

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Hope you all enjoyed this little Kenma Kozume snippet!♡