#I might go eat more cheesecake

[duskythesomething]

very frustrating that there is a snake I want, I have a nice sized tank I can set up for it, I have had this snake saved for a month now and his price just dropped, and yet I still need to wait.

rambles in tags

#mrowr.txt #boyfriend says i definitely should not take on another snake #which. understandable #but i also think aside from the initial cost of setting up the tank its only a little bit more food cost? #plus it gives me more reason and benefit to buy food in bulk. #cheeseboi only eats 1 snacc a week so a 4 pack is a MONTHS worth #but shipping is 50+ on any size order online #if i went through 8-10 snacc a month rather than 4-5 that would be a lot more worthwhile to order like 25 at a time #i told him i will hold off and put more thought into it rather than being impulsive #and i'll check in a month to see if he is still for sale #and go from there depending on how my finances look #but he is the cutest lil baby and maybe im lame but i believe in fate #and if that snake pops up again while i do my random scrolls and nobody else buys him and loves him i just heckin might #bf is worried my entire apartment is being taken over by tanks but tbh ive always dreamed of that? #this isnt new? #i just finally have the finances to do so #i've always wanted a few snakes #was actually like a key plan in my ex and i's relationship #and Cheesecake makes me so happy genuinely. seeing his lil snoot pop out to say henlo when i get home #or how gentle he cuddles #i love my tank pets

[aturinfortheworse]

I read a fair number of recipes on the ten thousand interchangeable recipe blogs that exist, and often they say something like "This recipe is a family favourite!" or "This a crowd-pleaser" etc. and I roll my eyes a little bit every time because of course they are, it goes without saying! People like food! Nearly any special-occasion home-cooked meal is going to be popular.

But there is one recipe, one cake, that has recontextualised all those comments for me and now actually I think those bloggers might be wrong about what a family favourite is. It sure as hell isn't Interchangeable Chocolate Cake No. 7.

I'm telling you this because I need you to know the seriousness of the power I am going to bestow on you. And hey, maybe your friends and family have different preferences than mine do. Maybe you need to find another recipe to fill this role. But you must know that there's a recipe out there, and not even a particularly alluring one or a particularly difficult one, which people will bring up in unrelated conversations to you four years later.

If I so much as say the word cake, my family all turn to face me like a pack of hungry wolves. Even the ones that don't like food!! Health nuts and people who simply don't enjoy eating and people with no appetite and people I have no goddamn memory of ever having cooked for, all of them come up and say to me "Hey remember that cake-" I asked my brother and his girlfriend what foods they're looking forward to, when they return home after three years in Japan, and they say "You know that cake?"

It doesn't sound particularly appetizing. I only made it the first time because it was gluten free and I had a bunch of lemons. Please don't let the name inform your opinion here. This is a fairly fast and simple cake that requires no special equipment and people will literally never stop asking you for it.

It's not even my favourite cake! I'd rather have basque burnt cheesecake, which is harder and more expensive to make and consists almost entirely of fat and sugar but still manages to be a little savoury... But people want the weird corn one.

To be fair, this is the only cake that'll make me dip my fingers into boiling sugar without regret.

#ruin rambles #one of my friends brought me the ingredients for this unrequested #i haven't made this cake in four or five years #recipe #100

[sugar-plum-writer]

A Heian Era Affair

Paring: GojoSatrou!ModernEra x FemReader!HeianEra! Tags: Fem!Reader; Gojo!imagines; slight!mention of violence; 18+ as more chapters come; slow burn [I want to have a good build up~ just like my Sukuna series fic~]; An ancient Japan romance through time with reader Text: Gojo ends up in the Heian Era through unknown reason (will be revealed later on) and meets reader and hence a journey begins both of adventure and romance~ [If you all like it, please heart and reblog the post! to know you want to read more~ and follow for chapter updates! or leave a comment to tag you when I put out new chapters~ I will do my best to roll out UPDATES ASAP!]

CHAPTER - 2

You were stuck now, you barely had enough for yourself and now this 190cm giant man was in your house, how did you end up like this even you are confused yourself. All you remember was eating something known as a cheesecake and the next thing he and you were in your house

"Oh wow, it really is old" Looking around he touched the wooden beams examining the craftsmanship

"Fascinating!"

"Well…it-"

Before you could say anything; a loud slam on the door boomed across the room making you freeze in terror- as if a demon had arrived

"HIDE!" hurriedly you shoved him in the corner much to his confusion

"Wh-?"

"Don't…make a single sound…got it? Please…" Trembling you looked at him and closed the cupboard

"Y/n! Open the door!" with a bang the door of the house flew open causing you shrink back in horror

"There you are" loud steps thumped as the wooden floors creaked underneath, a man walked in smirking- about seven feet tall, his voice dripping with malice

"If you ain't gonna pay the tax today~" smacking his lips eyeing you head to toe "I will need to collect it some other way hehe~"

"It won't be necessary, I have the money" Opening a drawer shakily- you took almost all the money you had and gave it to him

He was disappointed but took the bag of coins, "You won't be so lucky next time…Y/n" Looking at you with a filthy grin he left slamming the door shut behind him

"phew…"

"Who…was that?" his stern breathy voice made you jolt

"It…was the tax collector…he is the right-hand man of the chief…he always targets me…aish it's hard our leader is trash really", biting your lips you glared at the door the man walked out from, "I want to leave this village and go away somewhere else…but…I don't have enough money nothing can be done..." you stood up groaning

"I see…." with a nod clenching his jaw, he looked at you

"Now about you" Looking at him up and down your brain raced with what to do about his appearance, he was tall, his hair was white- eyes were blue, and he was super good-looking. His clothes were weird- he screamed attention; if anyone saw him god knows what would happen to you

"Yes, what about me?"

"Since you can teleport and all can you also change your appearance like magic?"

"I cannot…I might be able to fight, teleport etc but I cannot change my appearance- I am no magician though it would be fun heh~"

"So you are useless then"

"Hey! I am not useless! I am very strong…the strongest" pouting he crossed his arms together

"Yeah, Yeah…as if" Rolling your eyes you sighed

"Can you at least do household chores? Help around the house? Washing clothes, dishes?"

"Yeah! I can I am Gojo Satrou after all~" he smirked cockily

"Fine good…not completely useless then" Looking at him with doubt you rummaged through your drawers and took out a set of old blue robes

"This…belonged to my father... he died in a war so you can use it for now..." your voice dripped with melancholy as you handed the robes to him

"I see…well thank you I will...treasure it" he tried to smile but the atmosphere was gloomy as he looked at the robes

"By the way? What is your name?"

"Y/n is my name, you change- I will prepare dinner", walking out of the room you made your way to the kitchen

After some time, the scent of hot food and its aroma permeated the air, he sat near the table as you arranged the plates, bowls, and chopsticks

"What is this?" he looked at the food curiously like a child who found something interesting

"It is millet porridge rice, with some vegetables on the side"

"I see…no meat?" picking up his chopsticks he took a bite

"Hmm! Not bad now this 100% organic food~" humming he ate

"Meat is a luxury for nobles, we peasants…it's a dream to even eat a bite, sure some people hunt, but I can't…I don't have enough strength" Picking up your chopsticks you ate your food

"What is organic?" you looked at him, he sure used some weird terms

"It is…well...uh it's like pure food you know? without anything added to it!"

"How do you add something to food? It is gross"

"It is, the world after 1000 years is very different! buildings are touching the skies with more than 30 floors" Excited he explained many things as you guys ate, even something known as a car though you don't know what it meant, it was fascinating though

"It is....very different, your time sounds nice; I guess people are not suffering as much" you chuckled

"Our time has it's own problems but hey! maybe when I go back I can show it to you~" he smirked smugly

"Really?" your breath hitched as you looked at him, to be able to live in a world like that is it possible?

"Well, if I do manage to find a way back…I also need to find my clan" helping you pick up the dishes, he and you together washed the dishes- sure he did look dumbstruck, when he saw the ancient way as he called it when you sat down to wash dishes

"Man…I really appreciate modern technology now…thank god humans evolved...I cannot live like this...." sighing he did his best; though he broke one bowl but the guilty puppy eyes he gave you made you not say anything

Seeing him struggle you could not help but chuckle; soon everything came to an end, all the dishes were washed and it was time for bed- finally the day had come to an end after all the chaos you were exhausted

"I only have one futon so we will need to share, I never needed two so I never bought another one...is that okay with you?" taking out the futon and pillows you arranged them on the tatami wooden floor

"Well...I uh don't have any other choice do I? I am in no position to complain haha~" chuckling he laid down on the futon and you laid down beside him; blowing out the candles as the moonlight illuminated the room and braided your hair

"You said you were from the Gojo Clan I have never heard of it?" turning towards him, batting your eyes you gazed at him

"Well...our clan has existed since the Heian era"

"What...? that is amazing to survive till your time...more than a 1000 years"

"Yeah", smirking his azure eyes glistened under the moonlight, "It is, but I never cared....does not matter to me I just need to find the clan in this era...and find a way back"

"But...how will you convince them you are part of the clan?"

"No need to worry, just my ability is enough to convince them~ I am that great after all~"

"Huh....you mean their are more people with powers like you?"

"Oh dear you have no idea~ how vast the world truly is- it's beyond your wildest dreams"

"Really?....where is your clan though?"

"Well...that's the point I don't know; in the modern times it's in Tokyo, but...I don't know where Tokyo is in this era...hah.." sighing he looked you with tired eyes

You paused

"I am sure you will find it...." smiling you looked at him trying to cheer him up

"I hope so~ if not ahhhhh I don't know what I will do~ maybe become head of the clan in this era or something?" with a wink he sneered

"Y...you know how hard it is to become a clan head? people DIE trying to do so...?" your eyes widened in horror

"Darling~" leaning in lips inches apart "All the worries are unnecessary, Afterall I am the strongest~ just trust me dear!"

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[I have tried my best to look through historical maps of Japan in the Heian era and hence many details I use will be historical just like in my first chapter. From food to location to lifestyle~] And thank you so much for more than a 100 followers! I am so glad you all like my work! my asks are open in case you have any questions for me etc~ I will put out a short intro of myself! <3

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[catindabag]

TBOSAS on Crack short take (43)

Coral: I’ll be honest, our Menders-

Lucy Gray: Mentors.☺️

Coral: *glares at Lucy Gray* Our Menders might be a bunch of drunk idiots, but their gift baskets and cookies were delicious.

Otto: True. I can’t seem to stop eating the blueberry flavored ones.

Mizzen: Hey, does anyone want to donate their shares to me-

Panlo: For the last time, 4, we are not giving you our shares!

Mizzen: Why?!

Panlo: You know why!

Mizzen: Seriously, I don’t-

Ginnee: You literally stole and ate half of our goods already!

Dill: You also stole and ate Wovey’s last cookie.

Mizzen: That was Brandy!

Brandy: No, it wasn’t! I was too busy stealing and eating Reaper’s-

Reaper: That was you, 10?!

Brandy: See! I told you I was committing a totally different crime at that time.

Mizzen: Fine. It was me.

Reaper: You heartless little shi-

Mizzen: But you guys weren’t eating them!

Treech: Obviously, we were saving them for later!

Mizzen: But I’m hungry.🥺

Reaper: How are you still hungry?! You literally stole all of Lamina’s cookies!

Mizzen: But I thought she didn’t want them-

Reaper: Look at her! She’s still crying over them!

Lamina: My cookies!😭

Mizzen: Well, we can always wait for pretty boy (Coryo) and his rich boyfriend (Sejanus) to give us more food-

Marcus: Please stop mentioning idiot Plinth in front of me and my stale bread.

Treech: Why, Marcus? Are you embarrassed to see your friend again-

Marcus: Idiot Plinth is not my friend!😠

Lucy Gray: But you still ate the cookies he gave you-

Marcus: I ate them out of spite!

Coral: And you’re also invited to their upcoming wedding-

Marcus: Don’t remind me!

Circ: I’ll go to their wedding if you don’t.

Lucy Gray: Me too!

Mizzen: Free food is free food.

Marcus: Ughhh! Why are you supporting crazy Plinth and his pretty blonde boyfriend?!

Lucy Gray: FYI, Coryo’s hair is not blonde. It’s white as snow-

Marcus: You’re even using his stupid nickname!

Lucy Gray: We’re best friends.☺️

Marcus: Since when?!

Lucy Gray: Since the moment I promised Coryo and Sejanus that I’ll sing ✨Snow On The Beach✨ and ✨Lover✨ on their wedding day.😌💅

Marcus: Don’t say his name!

Lucy Gray: Sejanus.

Marcus: I hate you-

Sejanus: Hi, guys!😊

Tanner: What the heck?!

Jessup: How did you get in here?!

Coryo: My fiancé payed the Peacekeepers to let us in.

Coral: That’s allowed?!

Lucy Gray: Hi, Coryo!

Coryo: Hey, Birdy.

Sejanus: Hi, Marcus!

Marcus: I ain’t Marcus!

Sejanus: But-

Lucy Gray: I thought you guys were punished by your Dean for ruining your fancy school’s reputation?

Sejanus: We were!😀

Coryo: And this is our punishment.

Treech: To annoy us?!

Coryo: Unfortunately, no. But we were ordered by ✨The Academy✨ to bring you guys some food and supplies.

Lucy Gray: How did you even get your fancy school to support us?

Coryo: ✨Ravinstill Nepotism✨.

Reaper: Ravinstill?!

Coryo: It’s the most powerful name in the Capitol.

Coral: So where are they, Blondie? Where’s my cheesecake and burgers?

Coryo: Well, I was thinking about asking you guys what you want to eat because Sejanus said that we could order takeouts today.

Dill: What’s a takeout?

Coryo: Basically, you order the food that you want to eat and someone will deliver it here for you.

Lucy Gray: We can order anything?!

Coryo: Anything. My boyfriend is rich AF.

Sejanus: Order what you want, Coryo, my love, my Snow Angel!😍

Coryo: See. I told you he’ll pay for it.

Tanner: Must be nice to be Plinth’s sugar baby-

Coryo: Boyfriend.

Tanner: Sugar-

Coryo: Boyfriend.

Tanner: Baby.

Lucy Gray: Fiancé!😀

Sejanus: Husband!😘

Mizzen: I want a stuffed salmon with lemon sauce on the side!

Coral: One roasted lobster and hash browns for me!

Tanner: Baby back ribs with fries!

Dill: Green Bean Casserole!

Jessup: One stuffed turkey!

Panlo: A grilled cheese sandwich!

Lucy Gray: Smashed Potatoes with love on the side!😘

Lamina: My cookies!😭

Brandy: Chicken! A whole ass chicken!

Coryo: Slow down! I can’t keep up with all of you shouting at the same time!

Wovey: Can we order a whole serving of Apple Berry Pie?

Coryo: Anything for you, sweetie.

Sejanus: How about you, Marcus?

Marcus: I’m on diet.

Sejanus: But-

Coryo: Babe, let me do it.

Sejanus: Ok.😞

Coryo: How about you, Marcus?

Marcus: Give me a hundred chicken nuggets. I’m hungry.🥺

#tbosas #bosas #crack post #coriolanus snow #coryo snow #sejanus plinth #lucy gray baird #president snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #ballad of songbirds and snakes #hunger games #the hunger games #thg fic #thg fanfiction #crackship #snowjanus #snowplinth #coriolanus x sejanus #reaper ash #wovey #dill #coral #mizzen #marcus #thg incorrect quotes #tbosas incorrect quotes #suzanne collins #random thoughts #crack fic #crack treated seriously

[augustvandyne]

Lucy Chen x reader.

Reader is a firefighter. She works with Bailey and is Tamara's cousin. Tamara introduces her cousin to Lucy, and reader thanks her for taking Tamara in (she would have but cant(?) ) and Lucy developes a huge crush on her.

flowers and cheesecake

“I just want everything to be perfect,” Lucy says, running around the kitchen like a crazy person.

“Lucy..” Tamara huffs. “It’s going to be okay. She’s going to be more focused on the idea of me being in a loving household than how good your food tastes or how clean the living room is.”

“Still,” Lucy shakes her head, walking with a spoon over to Tamara for her to taste the soup, a hand cupped under the appliance in case any drops make its way out. “Taste this.”

“I’m telling you..” Tamara’s eyes shoot up after tasting the soup. “Mm. That is really good!”

“Okay,” Lucy speeds back over to the pot excitedly.

“What can I do to help?” Tamara folds, because if she’s being honest, she wants this to go well just as much as Lucy does.

“Um..” Lucy’s stands on her heel, pressing her lips together. “Could you maybe just clean up the living room?”

“You already cleaned that. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to fix that—“

Two knocks are heard on the door, and two of them freeze slightly. Tamara just saw you a few days ago, but the idea of you meeting her mother figure is very important to her.

“I’ll get it,” Tamara nods anxiously and makes her way to the door to open it.

You stand there, feeling just as anxious as Tamara was, but you didn’t let it show. You brought a cheesecake from a nearby bakery, as well as some flowers - for Lucy.

“Y/n,” Tamara let out an anxious breath. “Come in.”

“I know you told me not to bring anything, but it didn’t feel right not to, so I brought a cheesecake,” You shrugged as if it was no big deal. Turning towards Lucy, you hand her the flowers, your fingers slightly brushing. “And these are for you.”

“Me?” Lucy blushes. “Tha— thank you. I’ll just— let me go find a vase for these.”

Lucy disappears into her room and Tamara moves to take the soup off the stove before Lucy forgets.

“She might stutter like that all night,” Tamara turns towards you, putting on hand on her hip. “I didn’t tell her you were “pretty or whatever,” her exact words. So she might have something to say later.”

You chuckle along with your cousin, taking your bag off your shoulder and hanging it off a stool by the bar. Pulling out the same stool, you take a seat.

“To be fair, you didn’t tell me she was “pretty or whatever,” either,” You lift your brows. “Because she definitely is gorgeous.”

“Well,” Tamara stands confidently. “I wasn’t thinking about any of that when I invited you over for dinner. I was thinking about my only blood family meeting my newfound family.”

“I’m only messing with you,” You smile.

Lucy comes back with a glass vase in her hand, and moves towards the sink to fill it up part of the way. She turns towards the island bar to put the flowers in their new home.

“So.. what do you do?” Lucy asks, leaning onto the kitchen island on her palms. “For work.”

“I’m a firefighter,” You say. “I actually work with Bailey. You might know her. She’s dating John Nolan? I know he’s a cop.”

“Oh, Bailey? I love Bailey!” Lucy stands back up excitedly.

“Me too!” You nod.

“Okay..” Tamara looks between the two of you. “How about we eat?”

“Yes,” Lucy points at Tamara. “Oh.. wait.. we normally eat in the living room. Is that okay? Or— or we could eat here at the island.”

“No,” You shake your head, furrowing your brows slightly. “We can do whatever you would normally do. I’m not here to judge you or critique you. Just to get to know you.”

“Okay,” Lucy lets out a relieved breath, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “That’s really good to hear.”

Tamara grabs a few bowls, enough for the three of you, and Lucy pours you each a small portion of the food.

The three of you move into the living room - you and Tamara sit on the couch while Lucy sits on the floor, the coffee table separating you - and enjoy your dinner.

You chat about random things, and after dessert you offer to help Lucy with the dishes.

Lucy turns her head to see Tamara scrolling on her phone, the TV up loud enough that if Lucy were to talk Tamara wouldn’t really be able to eavesdrop.

As Lucy turns her head towards you, you say, “Thank you for taking her in.”

“Oh,” Lucy smiles nervously, being caught off guard. “It’s no problem, really. I cared about Tamara the second I met her, and I still do.”

“I just really care about her,” You tighten your lips together, trying not to cry in front of the gorgeous woman you’ve just met. “I would’ve taken her in myself, but I really wasn’t in a good place then.”

“How come?” Lucy frowns.

“Well I’d just moved back down here after finding out about Tamara’s parents,” You slowly wash the bowl you’re holding. “And I wasn’t exactly set up or anywhere near ready to take her in.. I was still setting a lease on my apartment, and training with the new firefighters here. And by the time I was ready, she had already found you, which I am so grateful for. So, thank you.”

Lucy caught you off guard when she pulled you in for a hug, not even caring about your soapy and dripping wet hands.

“I’m sorry,” You wipe a small tear off your face using your lower arm.

“It’s okay,” Lucy promises, her hands resting on your shoulders after pulling away. “I’ve seen much worse.”

“Okay,” You let out a teary laugh, looking at Lucy’s smile - which you couldn’t help but admire.

After dishes were finished, you guys hung out for a little bit until it was time for you go.

“Thank you for having me,” You smile as you grab your bag from the stool, Tamara and Lucy following you to the door. “Keep the cheesecake, because I definitely won’t eat all of it. But I know Tamara will.”

“Oh wow,” Tamara lifts her eyebrows humorously, a huge smile playing on her lips. “Is that how it is?”

“You know I’m only kidding,” You jerk your chin upwards. “I’ll see you soon alright?”

Tamara pulls you in for hug, even though she’s not much of one for physical touch.

“Definitely,” Tamara pulls away. “All three of us soon again, too?”

“Of course,” Lucy nods, looking towards you. “I had fun.”

You get lost in her brown eyes, losing yourself for a second. “Um.. yeah, me too.”

Tamara, oblivious, says, “Maybe we could get breakfast one of these Saturdays. I’ll have to drag you both out of bed, but it’ll be so worth it.”

“Not a morning person either?” You question Lucy, a smile tugging at a corner of your lip. “My kind of woman.”

Lucy’s cheeks flame as you open the door and leave, leaving Tamara and Lucy in the doorway.

“I really like her,” Lucy nods to herself.

“Yeah?” Tamara smiles happily, so glad that the two of you hit it off.

“I think I have a crush on her,” Lucy says blissfully. “Well, I have an early morning tomorrow. See you.”

“What?” Tamara snaps herself out of her trance on the door. “Wait— Lucy, what did you say?!”

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie imagine #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen imagine #lucy chen x you #lucy chen x y/n #tamara collins #tamara collins x reader

[cherry-cola-on-ice]

What do both Hannibal’s do on fem readers periods? Both sfw and nsfw plz

How ironic that I'm currently suffering 😵‍💫

You swear he knows your schedule better than you. And he does. He has everything memorized.

But any little change to that sends him into a panic. Are you sick? he doesn't smell any disease or discomfort on you. Just stressed, who does he need to kill to make you feel better?

It's a blessing because he'll already have everything your body needs prepared. Snacks, preferred hygiene products and pain medication. And he'll let you get all the snacks. You're in pain and he isn't going to let you suffer more. If you want to eat a bacon cheeseburger, then you will.

It's a curse because...well he gets a little creepy before your period starts. He means well, really he does, but Hannibal bby stop sniffing us plz.

He almost gets this strange guard dog energy when you're on your period. Follows you around, gets extremely protective.

He has little regards for your personal space. Which is fine, this man is a walking heated blanket just looking for a excuse to cuddle.

(NSFW) He doesn't give a rat's ass if you're on your period. Blood is Blood, bbygurl. And yours is a gift to him from divine beings.

He's not afraid to get a little messy, either. If he needs to clean the sheets after, then that's a sign of a job well done.

All you have to do is tell your DTF and he's ready. Anything you want him to do (and I mean anything) he'll do it.

Prepare to treated like he's a starved man and your pussy is the most delicious meal. Oof jealous

Ugh this man right here. Oof he's is 💯 the best partner to have during your period. Of all the slashers.

Like his counterpart, he knows your schedule better than you do. But, unlike his counterpart, he understands that sometimes thing affect it. He's chill as long as it's not completely off.

He's not going to spoil you as much as the other Hannibal. He knows that you're suffering, but you still have to retain a decent nutrition. If you ask nicely enough (or start crying) he might cave.

(NSFW)

But with a man who cooks like this, who needs store bought bullshit. You want a black forest cheesecake? You better believe Hanni's gonna supply.

He knows your body like it's been his all his life. So prepare yourself for the best fucking massages that hit all the good spots. Every pressure point that can help with your pain.

(NSFW) He does want you to feel better and he know sex helps with cramps. So you better believe he's down.

Makes you cum at least 3 times (because one orgasm isn't enough for a goddess like you) before actually fucking you.

A little more reluctant about the mess than his counterpart, those sheets are expensive and the last thing he needs is the dry cleaners asking questions.

A chance to explore his breeding kink without actual breeding? Yes — it's possible to get pregnant if you have unprotected sex during your period. But to Hannibal, the idea of him filling your hole with his cum outweighs the worrying of pregnancy.

(Idk maybe that last part was a self projected headcannon)

#hannibal lecter x reader #female reader #silence of the lambs #tw: blood #tw: pregnancy #hannibal #Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader #thanks for the ask! #hannibal tv show

[axlerica]

SNACKS ~

-The one where Gavi ate all of the snacks and Pedri and Y/N took care of gavi”

Pedri and Y/N had been dating for a while and decided to move in together. They found a cozy apartment in the heart of the city and settled in. They loved spending time together and enjoyed their new home. They loved each other's company, and it was nice having someone to come home to after work.

Their friend Pablo Gavi was always hanging out at their house. He loved to come over and play video games with them. He was a bit of a foodie and loved to eat all of their snacks. One day, Y/N went to the refrigerator to grab a snack, but all of the sweets were gone.

"Pedri, did you eat all of the snacks?" Y/N asked.

"No, I didn't touch them," Pedri replied.

"Then who did?" Y/N asked, looking around the room.

She turned to Gavi, who had just walked in. "Gavi, did you eat all the candy?" she asked.

Gavi hesitated. "Um, no, I didn't eat all of it."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "Then who did?"

Pedri shook his head. "Don’t look at me amor, I didn't touch it."

Y/N frowned. "Well, clearly someone did. We had a whole bag of candy yesterday, and now it's all gone."

Gavi looked guilty. "Okay guys, I might have had a few pieces."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "A few pieces? Gavi, you ate the whole bag!"

Gavi laughed nervously. "Okay, okay, you caught me. I have a sweet tooth, what can I say?"

Y/N sighed. "Gavi, you can't keep eating all of our food. You need to save some for us," she said.

"Sorry, Y/N. I just can't resist your snacks. They're too good," Gavi said with a grin.

Pedri chuckled. "It's okay, man. We'll just have to buy more candy next time. You're lucky we love you, hermano. Otherwise, we might have to kick you out," he joked.

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, you’re lucky we love you."

Gavi chuckled. "I know."

They all settled down on the couch, with Gavi in the middle. Y/N snuggled up to Pedri, and Gavi put his feet up on the coffee table.

As they watched a movie together, they teased each other and laughed at each other's jokes. It was moments like these that made their friendship so special.

During the movie, Y/N got up to make some popcorn. "Anyone want some popcorn?" she asked.

Gavi and Pedri both nodded, and Y/N went into the kitchen to make the popcorn. As she was doing so, she heard Gavi and Pedri whispering to each other.

"What are you guys talking about?" she asked, coming back into the living room.

Pedri shrugged. "Nothing."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "You guys are up to something.”

Pedri grinned. "We were just talking about how cute you are when you're making popcorn."

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You guys are such a dork”

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One evening, they were having a small dinner party. Gavi had brought over his mom’s famous paella, Pedri had made a delicious salad, and Y/N had baked a cheesecake for dessert. They were all sitting around the table, laughing and chatting, when Gavi suddenly got up and went to the kitchen.

"What are you doing, Gavi?" Y/N asked.

"I'm just going to get some more wine," Gavi replied.

A few minutes later, he returned to the table, carrying a large platter of cheese and crackers.

Y/N shook her head “Just some more wine? really, Gavi?”

“Hey I thought we could use some more snacks," he said with a grin.

Pedri and Y/N laughed. "You're always thinking about food, Gavi," Pedri said.

Gavi shrugged. "What can I say? I love to eat!"

They continued to enjoy their dinner party, chatting about everything from football to politics. As the night wore on, they started to get a little tipsy from all the wine. Gavi was telling a story about a crazy night out he had when he suddenly knocked over his glass, spilling wine all over the table.

"Oops, sorry about that," he said, grabbing a napkin to clean up the mess.

Y/N laughed. "You're such a mess," she teased.

Gavi grinned. "I know, but you guys love me anyway," he said.

Pedri and Y/N exchanged a look and smiled. "Yes, we do," they said in unison.

As the night came to a close, Gavi helped them clean up the kitchen. He was always willing to lend a hand and never wanted to overstay his welcome.

"Thanks for another great night, guys," he said as he headed out the door, a little tipsy.

"Whoa hold on right there kiddo, no no no you're not going to drive in this state," Y/N said firmly, holding out her hand to stop him.

Pedri chimed in, concerned. "Yeah, hermano, you've had a bit too much to drink."

Gavi protested, "No, I'm fine. I can drive."

Y/N shook her head. "No, no, no. There’s no way we're letting you drive. You're staying here tonight."

Pedri agreed, coming over to Gavi. "Y/N's right, Gavi. You're not in any condition to drive. Let's get you settled."

With a sigh and a grin, Gavi relented. "Alright, alright. You guys win."

Pedri and Y/N each took one of Gavi's arms and helped him stand up. "Bedtime for you, kiddo," Y/N said playfully.

Pedri chuckled. "Yeah, you're crashing on the couch tonight."

But Gavi's eyes grew heavy as they led him to the couch. "Actually, guys, I'm feeling really tired. Can I get a bed please..?” Gavi asked, his words slightly slurred.

Y/N laughed softly. "Alright then, guest bedroom it is."

With a little more effort, they managed to guide Gavi to their spare bedroom. He plopped down on the bed with a contented sigh.

"Thanks for taking care of me, you two. You guys are the best," Gavi mumbled, his words already starting to slur.

Pedri grinned. "No problem, hermano. Just get some rest."

As Y/N covered Gavi with a blanket, she teased, "Looks like we're taking care of our own little kid tonight."

Gavi chuckled sleepily. "Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, mami y papi."

Pedri and Y/N exchanged amused glances as they left the room. As they headed to their own bedroom, they couldn't help but smile. Taking care of Gavi might be a handful, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

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[writingsbymo-mo]

Debt Repaid

Bonten!Sanzu x F!Reader

Rating: mature

Contains: past abuse, abusive parents (past), violence, guns, blood, minor character death, depression, some comfort, some angst

Summary: You recently got fired from one of your jobs, you're short on rent, and now you're being kicked out? What the hell went wrong? Or, what the hell went right?

Note: reader is addressed with she/her pronouns when being referred to...and Sanzu might be a tad ooc at times 😅

Hope you enjoy 💕 @shoyo-ryoko

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*knock* *knock* *knock*

"Hey 207, you better pay up, or you'll be kicked by the end of the week!" Your landlord screamed from behind the door to your apartment.

With a shaky breath, you opened the door, attempting to conceal the tremnling in your body and voice. "I-I'm sorry sir...but I'm a hundred short..." You flinched as he slammed his fist against the doorframe. "Goddamn it. You fucking can't even get that much? Stupid bitch, I even delayed your payment a week!"

You shrank in on yourself, looking at the floor as tears spilled from your eyes. You couldn't help that you got fired from your better paying job. All those customer interactions spiraled into episodes of dread that engulfed your entire being, wanting nothing more than to escape. They'd sneer at your failures, your weaknesses, or at least that's what your mind perceived. And one day, you just couldn't take it anymore.

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You stayed in your apartment, never leaving your bed unless the bathroom was calling you. You couldn't bring yourself to eat either. The churning hunger pains brought nausea upon you. A day later, you heard a knock on your door. You stared over to the window by the entrance with your eyes cracked, silently pleading for whomever was there would give up and leave. You didn't want anyone to see you like this.

"Please...go away..." You croaked.

The door unlocked and slammed open. You covered your eyes, blinded by the rays from the afternoon sun. "Ah—"

"Princess?"

You knew that voice. "H-Haru..."

The floor creaked as he made his way to your room, kneeling down beside your bed. He grasped your hands, pulling them away from your face. "W-wait Haru!" But you had no strength to stop him. He sighed the moment he saw your bloodshot eyes and dark circles surrounding them. You weren't sleeping well if at all some days.

You squeezed your eyes shut, body trembling in his soft grasp. "Please...don't look at me..." Tears leaked from the corners of your eyes once more. The dread of him seeing you at your lowest hit you like a ton of bricks. You wanted to run away right then. Your heart pounded in your chest.

"Shhh, it's alright, darling," he leaned down, tenderly kissing your hot tears away. "Just breathe with me." And you did. Deep inhales and exhales, shaky to smooth as you relaxed under his touch. He removed your covers and slid his hands underneath you, picking you up with ease. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up. I'll get us some cheesecake."

"O-ok."

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"I'm sick of your shit 207. Can't make even another hundred more in a week? Ha! Better not see your ass here in the morning, you pathetic piece of shit. Oh, and all your things left behind are now mine. Think of it as paying me for what you owe, ha-haaaa!"

The disgusting laugh of his tapered off as you slid against the door. "W-where did I go wrong....why am I like this?"

Where would you go? You were kicked out of the house the day you started dating Haru all those years ago. Your parents couldn't believe their precious daughter would date a delinquent, let alone one who had a record like his.

Your parents were gone for the weekend or that's what they told you anyway. You stayed out all night with Haruchiyo, traveling the streets of Tokyo on his bike and having the time of your lives. Any day like this could beat when you had to be the perfect daughter day in and day out.

You have to be number one! If you don't, you'll be sorry.

The nonstop pressure, the amount of times they'd punish you for a wrong answer, the times they wouldn't even bother addressing you whenever your grades kept falling. All they cared about was your abilities to do well in school.

They never bothered asking how you were doing, Haru did.

They never bothered to spend time with you, Haru did.

They never even knew you were dating until you were caught by some people your dad worked with....didn't help with all the hickeys on your collarbone that peeked from under your shirt.

"How dare you! HOW DARE YOU RUIN THIS FAMILY!"

*SLAP*

You collapsed on the ground from the impact, touching your angry red, stinging cheek.

"Fucking a delinquent? Have you gone MAD?!! Swear if my coworkers hadn't caught you sleazing around with that...that—"

"But dad I—"

"SHUT IT! You're no daughter of mine...not anymore..."

"W-wait...dad no...NO!" You screamed, bawling with tears falling from your eyes. He yanked you by the back of your shirt collar, dragging you towards the front door with ease. "If you want to be a delinquent's girlfriend, then fine! I'll just treat you like you are, trash!" He threw you out the door. Your back collided against the concrete wall so hard you coughed out a pained gasp upon impact. "Don't ever think to show your face here again!" He growled and slammed the door shut.

You didn't know what to think. You didn't know what to say about this. All you were was a shell of pain. You brought your knees into yourself, burying your face into them as you continued to let the tears fall. "H-Haru..."

The front door opened so quietly that you didn't even hear it over the noise in your mind. You looked up the moment a hand tapped your shoulder. There stood your mother, eyes bloodshot with tears. She sniffed, "I'm sorry...take this." She handed you a suitcase full of your clothes, necessities, and some of your other things along with a stack of cash. "It's not much, but it's the least I could do. Take care of yourself, ok?"

That was the last time you ever saw them. And for once in your life, you were happy...for a little while. When Haruchiyo found out about you being kicked out, he was pissed. He would've stormed over there to kill your parents if you hadn't held him so tightly, pleading for him to stop. You were one of the very few people he held dearly to him and the few he would listen to. He did make the offer for you to stay with him, however, you were already moving into an apartment. On your low days, you wondered how different it would've been to live with him instead.

Much changed over time. You dropped out of school and took on a few jobs to pay rent. You were still dating Haruchiyo, however it was getting harder to see him within the last few years. He mentioned something about being in a top position and taking trips more frequently. You were thankful for all the times he'd helped you through the tears, your ups and downs, the times you couldn't lift a finger. No matter, he would always help you whenever he could.

And now, you were on the run again. You packed as much as you could and left your old apartment in the middle of the night. "Fuck you, shitty landlord..." You dragged your things with you for quite a distance when it began to rain. As fast as your feet could take you, you hid under the awning of a shrine nearby. Your body shivered, completely drenched. You hid inside to change into something dry and made a place for you to sleep. "I'll call you in the morning Haru...just want to sleep..."

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*SLAM*

"WHERE IS SHE, HYUGA?!!"

"I-I swear, I-I don't know! She just turned her keys in the dropbox and left!" Hyuga, your old landlord cried, coughing up blood. He was battered and bruised, lips split and bleeding, staining his crisp white shirt. "She didn't make rent this month, I had to do something to pay it off!"

Sanzu yanked him by the collar, glaring daggers into his very soul as he was brought to his eye level. "So, you thought you could make off with selling my darling's possessions to make a quick buck? Disgusting," he growled.

Hyuga grasped at Sanzu's hands, gasping for a breath. "I-I swear I didn't know she was one of Bonten's—" He gasped for air as he was thrown against the desk. Stacks of paper scattered everywhere when a reverberating click pierced the room into silence. Sanzu held his gun pointed directly between Hyuga's brow as he ran his other hand through his pink locks with a crazed expression. "Consider your debt paid off, scum of the earth!" He laughed hysterically as shots fired into the man's skull, blood splattering the walls and desk behind him. He sighed with a smile when the work was done. He cleaned his hands and pulled out his burner phone. "Send someone to my location for a cleanup and find someone he's close to we can drop this dept on. What do you mean why did I kill him?! Ah fuck you too Koko!" *click*

"Now, where did you go, princess?"

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A couple hours later, you woke up to a set of warm arms wrapped around you with a familiar sweet musk. You cracked your eyes open. "H-Haru?"

"Shhhh, I'm taking you to my place, just rest," he whispered, smiling softly at him. You reached his towards his face, tracing the outline of his scar on the left side. "I don't want to burden you—"

"Don't! You're not a burden. You never were, princess."

You sighed, letting yourself relax in his hold, baggage and all. "You're always there to save me," you nuzzled into his chest, "please take care of me."

"I will, darling. I will."

And just like he promised, he took care of you through thick and thin. You wouldn't have asked for anything else.

#somehow i think it worked 😅 #bonten!sanzu x reader #bonten #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #haruchiyo sanzu #tok rev #tokyo revengers fanfiction #it's bonten sanzu so of course there will be blood somewhere 😅 #tokyo revengers sanzu #tokyo revengers scenarios #bonten sanzu

[drpeppertummy]

dan & sunny disastrous sleepover event

[hunger, stuffing, tummyache, mild burping]

"I'm starving," Dan groaned dramatically, laying upside down on the couch with their arms dangling to the floor. As if to emphasize the point, their belly rumbled loudly. "What's open right now?"

"I have no idea. The diner?" Sunny suggested, looking up at them from the floor. He'd been laying on his back on the rug, idly flipping through a magazine which he'd accidentally dropped on his face at least five times now.

"I don't wanna go in anywhere," said Dan. "Mario's delivers, right? Are they open?"

"What time is it?"

"Umm…" Dan struggled to fish their phone out of their pocket, and as they did, they slipped off the couch and landed right across Sunny. He grunted as the wind was knocked out of him, and the magazine tumbled from his hands to his face once again.

"Quarter to eleven," they said, phone in hand.

"Oh, yeah, they don't close 'til one, I think. We could order something." Sunny plucked the magazine from his face and tossed it aside.

"Aw, sweet!"

Guided by impulse and their empty stomachs, the two friends ordered so much food that when Sunny answered the door, the delivery guy seemed surprised to see only one other person milling about behind him. It was an impressive order: a large pizza with mushrooms and olives, two orders of breadsticks, one of garlic knots, one of mozzarella sticks, a slice of cheesecake for each of them, and an enormous cinnamon roll to share. Anybody who looked at the two of them, skinny little things that they were, might have thought that their eyes were bigger than their stomachs, and they'd be correct. Nevertheless, the food was here, and, tummies growling, they sat down on the floor with it and dug in.

The friends started off strong, neither of them having eaten since earlier in the day. Within ten minutes, the first serving of breadsticks and half the garlic knots had been demolished as well as a slice of pizza each, and they'd made a good dent in the mozzarella sticks. Having sated their immediate hunger, they slowed down a little, and Sunny grabbed another slice of pizza while Dan dipped into their cheesecake.

"We are so smart for this," said Dan through a mouthful of cake. Sunny made a muffled sound of agreement as he wrestled with the stringy cheese. Dan's belly rumbled as it filled up, gurgling and bubbling as their stomach shifted around all the bulky cheesy carbs and the air they'd swallowed in their hurry to eat it. Sunny's stomach was similarly filled with air--perhaps even more so, with his tendency to wolf down big bites--and a large burp suddenly escaped from him. Dan looked at him, surprised, and they both broke out into laughter. Laughing jostled Dan's belly enough to dislodge a burp of their own, and they both found themselves struggling to recover from their fits of giggles.

"We're such dumbasses," Sunny giggled, coughing.

"Maybe you are," teased Dan, scooping up another bite of cake. Sunny stuck his tongue out at them and finished off his slice of pizza. He was beginning to feel full now, as was Dan, but they both knew the food would be best while it was fresh, and they intended to make the most of it.

Dan finished their cake, and their belly now bulged firmly over the edge of their pajama pants, peeking out from beneath their too-short shirt that had only just covered it when they'd started. Stuffed full, their stomach gurgled and grumbled away as it fought to digest everything inside it, but they weren't finished yet. Ignoring their bloated tummy, Dan joined Sunny in getting another slice of pizza.

As Sunny started on his third piece, he was becoming vaguely aware that perhaps letting their stomachs do the thinking hadn't been the best idea, but he didn't particularly care; hot pizza was too good to resist. Looking down, he saw that his tummy was poking out against his oversized pajama shirt. He placed a hand on it and was surprised to find it tight and firm, absolutely stuffed with bread and cheese. He contemplated this for a moment, then contemplated the hot, melty slice of pizza in his hand. The pizza won.

Dan was beginning to slow down considerably. The second slice of pizza, following everything else, was proving to be too much. Still, despite their tightly-stretched stomach, they found themselves unable to stop eating. They knew it would never be as good the next day, and the melty cheese and savory mushrooms and olives were too enticing.

Between bites of pizza, the friends polished off the rest of the garlic knots and mozzarella sticks as well as a few breadsticks from the second order, and Sunny snuck in a few bites of his own cake. By the time they were both finished with their current slice, their bellies were bulging absurdly from their small frames, tight as drums and beginning to ache. Dan's belly rumbled loudly and an enormous burp erupted from them. This time, though, they were both too stuffed to laugh.

"We should probably put the rest of this away," said Sunny, rubbing his distended belly.

"Ugh, please," Dan groaned, flopping back onto the floor, their round tummy sticking straight up. Sunny leaned forward with a soft grunt of discomfort and began closing up the few remaining boxes. With some difficulty, Dan pushed themself upright to gather the empty ones. As they cleaned, though, their eyes fell simultaneously upon the untouched cinnamon roll, and they paused.

"We shouldn't open that," said Dan, staring longingly at the box.

"Yeah," Sunny agreed. The smell was unbelievably alluring.

"I wonder if it's still hot."

"Probably."

"Wonder if it'll be as good reheated."

"Doubt it."

"Maybe we should just have a tiny bit," Dan suggested.

"Just a bite," Sunny agreed. He opened the box and they peered in. Inside sat an enormous cinnamon roll, dripping with icing and still steaming. They gazed upon it in awe, momentarily forgetting just how stuffed they were, then picked up the plastic forks that had come with it and dug in.

It didn't take long for both of their stomachs to reach their limits, but the cinnamon roll was irresistible, and together, by some miracle--or, perhaps, the opposite of a miracle--they managed to finish it. Dan fell back onto the floor with a moan, their belly stretched so tight they could barely breathe. Their tiny pajama shirt had ridden up to their chest, leaving their enormously swollen belly on full display. Sunny barely noticed this grand display; he was too full to think. He leaned back against the couch, holding his hands cautiously against his bulging tummy. It was rock solid, not a bit of give left to it, and pushed out hard against his shirt.

"I'm so full," he groaned, laying his head back against the couch cushion. "Why did we do that?"

"Because we're dumbasses," Dan moaned, rubbing their aching belly. "I think I'm gonna explode."

There they lay, side by side, moaning and groaning, bellies gurgling as they strained against the enormous quantity of food that had been crammed into them. Sunny forced up a tiny burp, desperate to relieve the immense pressure inside him, but it didn't help. Dan carefully massaged their belly, hoping to encourage digestion, but it was no use. They were both unbearably stuffed.

Suddenly, the door opened, and they both looked up, startled. The surprise quickly turned to sheepishness and shame as their eyes met Jesse's, and he looked down at them, astonished, as he stood in the doorway. His eyes moved from one to the other, from their guilty faces to their distended bellies, then to the carnage spread out on the floor around them, finally landing on the ceiling in a look of exasperation.

"I'm never leaving you two alone again."

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #stomachache kink #burst mention #xdanx #xsunnyx #xjessex

[sterekchub]

Hi! It's me with another brainrot idea. I've been obsessed recently with a Werewolves are known AU where Derek and Peter are courting Stiles. The problem? Their idea of courting is showing off their belly capacity cause apparently it's supposed to decide who is the more dedicated mate?. Stiles is surprised yet amused and in a total feeder fashion he comes up with progressively more and more ridiculous food challenges. Cue the ideas to eat a lot of fast food, but also a food that is gas inducing.

They take the idea of "clearly a well-fed mate has the most resources and is superior!" and it's old fashioned and outdated but they both have that born wolf instinct, and find themselves over-eating around Stiles, glaring at each other as they fill their plates with seconds and thirds. Stiles takes...about an hour of research and a VERY quick test of inviting them over for lunch, and offering them more and more food until he's got all the confirmation he needs. "Are you sure you don't want some more? There's some left." Peter groans. "I think we've had enough, Stiles." Derek looks a little green, his hands rubbing his belly for the past few minutes, but at the challenge he manages to sit up a little bit and holds out his plate. "Give *hmphhh* it *blurRRPPhh*here." Werewolves might be able to stretch their appetites and stomachs more than humans- but they're not immune to the burps of indigestion, the hiccups of chugging down as many 2 liters as they can, or the burritos and beans gas explosion..... Stiles plays innocent to all of it - it's not his fault their systems can't handle his challenges! The BBQ 10 pound pulled pork and beans challenge. The triple cheeseburger tower Night of 1000 cheesecakes.... Stiles will never run out of food challenges, and Peter and Derek swell steadily bigger and bigger- and get better and better at packing their guts with steadily more food. (Stiles finds himself squished between half a ton of werewolves who are *very* gassy but going to press so close to Stiles they're belching in his face, demanding to know which one of them he's picking...or both Peter and Derek try to wedge themselves on the couch, forcing Stiles to sink more and more under the mass of their rears...)

[bookshelf-dust]

🖋️ want another blanket?— you know Im picking Billy and fluff of course! 😊

slumber party shenanigans

billy hargrove x gn!reader

a/n: hi!!! i thought of this pretty quickly and figured it could be sweet. i hope you like it!! thanks for sending one in <333

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🖋️ want another blanket?—i will write you a little ficlet (under 1000 words) for the character of your choice. i would appreciate if you’d specify whether you want comfort/fluff/angst/whatever and i will try and come up with something for you!

“I don’t understand why we can’t go buy ice cream at the store and eat it here. Shit, baby, I’ll take you to that place in town if you want it that bad.”

“Because, Billy. They’re my friends! I’m being supportive of their endeavors.” Billy rolls his eyes at you. “How many times have I come to the pool while you’re working? Or how often do you come to the store and pretend like you’re in dire need of a book?”

“That’s different,” he says.

“No it’s not,” you argue, and then pause, thinking.

“They have strawberry cheesecake,” you add.

Billy stares at you, trying his best not to show any emotion. He disappears for a moment and comes back with shoes on and his keys.

“Let’s go then.”

You knew that would work.

When you get to Starcourt, Billy holds onto your hand for dear life. Not only has he avoided the mall as often as possible, but there are way too many shithead kids running around in here.

You turn a corner, and the crowd thins out, less children and more young adults meandering through the record store or walking towards the Gap. Billy spots the boat booth sticking out of Scoops Ahoy! and sighs.

There’s a long line, and it’s no wonder, because it’s fucking scorching out today. Robin looks up from where she’s been scooping ice cream into a cup and hands it to a sticky-fingered child. She catches your eye and perks up, her bored look turning into a much more pleased one.

Steve is at the register, poorly flirting with some girl you’re pretty sure you went to high school with. She awkwardly takes her change and walks away.

Robin slides over when you and Billy are at the counter. Steve’s rubbing his forehead, ashamed at himself. He’s really losing his charm. She elbows him.

“Ow, Robin! What the hell?”

“We have special guests!” She proclaims, smiling at you and Billy.

Steve finally looks up, focusing on the both of you. “Oh. Hi.”

Billy’s practically hiding behind you, his fingers tucked into the belt loops of your shorts. He really doesn’t like this.

“Hi, Robin. Steven,” you say. You’re the only one he’d let get away with that. Perks of spending time in the Upside Down one might say.

“What can I get the both of you on this fine Tuesday—it is Tuesday isn’t it?”

“Yes, Rob,” Steve reassures her.

“This fine Tuesday afternoon?” She finishes. You order for yourself and Billy does the same. You pretend not to see the glimmer in his eye at the prospect of his favorite ice cream. It’s hard to find these days.

You stand there while Robin takes her sweet time, possibly adding a little more than you asked for, just because she can.

Billy opens his wallet, handing Steve cash. “Harrington,” he says in greeting.

Steve nods, smiling as politely as he can. “Hargrove.” He takes the cash and counts out the change. “Everything going swell?”

Billy chuckles. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Robin hands you both cones, and you give Billy his.

The four of you stand there for a moment. “Well,” you finally say, “I hope work goes okay today. You guys wanna see a movie for something this weekend?”

“Sure!” Robin says. She’d decidedly in charge of her and Steve’s outings.

“I’ll call you,” you tell her. She shoots you a wink and a thumbs up.

You walk away from the counter and turn to Billy. “I assume you don’t want to sit here and eat?”

He kisses your forehead in gratitude. “Please don’t do this to me. I’ll sit anywhere else.”

You laugh, watching him lick the ice cream that’s already begun to drip from the cone and then from his hand.

He raises his eyebrows. “See something you like?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You pat him gently on the ass and move away from Scoops, off to find somewhere else to sit. You hope to revel in the air conditioning for a bit longer.

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x gn!reader #billy hargrove x gender neutral reader #bookshelf-dust’s 500 follower celebration #bookshelf-dust’s slumber party

[pebbleswritessometimes]

Huh I totally don’t know why but I want to send in a request. Can I request a Larissa x reader where the reader just loves food. Like gets excited over any food type of love. And Larissa finds it adorable and loves bringing treats for reader. One day, Larissa invites them over to her place so she can cook their favourite food and reader is just like “I’m so happy I could kiss you!” out of pure excitement and Larissa’s like “so do it.”. I just want wholesome fluff yknow? Thank you!!

Delicious

Larissa weems x reader

Warnings:none

Not proof read, hope this is okay anon!

“Good afternoon, Y/N,” Larissa warmly greeted as she made her way to your desk. She looked as ethereal as always. A lovely grey patterned dress, a matching floor length coat, and her signature lip shade. You couldn’t help but try to savor the view whenever you saw her. She was beautiful and she knew it.

“Likewise, Ms.Weems,” you rested your chin on your palm, “I hope your day’s gone well so far,” you gave her your full attention. “Oh, please, Y/N Dear. No need for the formalities,” she chuckled and went on about a new salad she had tried at a local restaurant. “Yes, I didn’t think I’d ever love a salad so much,” she joked. “That sounds delicious I’ll have to try it soon,” glancing down at your hands. “Well, actually,” She began to shuffle around in her tote bag trying to find something, “aha, there it is! I brought you one,” the biggest grin spread across her face as she saw your eyes go wide and your mouth drop in excitement. “Oh. My. God. You’re amazing!” You cheered as you took the to-go box from her hands. Hopping out of your chair, you walked around your desk and gave Larissa a hug. You swayed the two of you back and forth and repeated your thanks.

Larissa had learned about your love of food a few weeks ago. You had practically gushed all morning about the amazing cheesecake croissants you had at the diner. She inquired about your favorite sweets and go-to meals, making sure to carefully listen. She filed everything she learned about you neatly in her brain. Larissa had brought in a pack of sugar cookies one day, simply because she thought you’d like them. After seeing your face light up and your child-like excitement, she swore she would bring you a treat every day she was able to. Cookies, pastas, you name it. She would bring it all for you.

You had just finished up the last stack of papers for work and decided you might as well offer Larissa the opportunity to go eat at her favorite restaurant. Walking down the hallway, you chatted with a few of the students before reaching her office. You knocked on the wall to announce yourself, “Hey Rissa! How’s it going?” You couldn’t help but notice how lovely she looked in the light from the fireplace. “I simply cannot wait to get out of here, Y/N. I’m starving,” she looked up at you occasionally, as she finished typing her document. Humming as you sat on the leather couch, “That’s actually why I’m here! I wanted to see if you cared to join me at the Lavender House?” You perched your arms on the edge of the cushion, awaiting her response.

She seemed absolutely delighted that you had asked to grab a meal with her. Tilting her head in thought, she smiled softly. “Actually, dear, why don’t I cook us a meal tonight? You can come over at, let’s see…” she paused, looking at the golden watch on her arm, “seven-thirty? Does that sound okay?”

Your breath caught in your chest. Larissa, was inviting you over to her place for a home cooked meal? No, way. What if you made a fool of yourself! Oh…but imagine how delicious her food would taste; how divine she’d look as she maneuvered her way through her kitchen. Larissa’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, “Y/N? If you’d rather not, we could just-“ hastily interrupting her, “What! No, yes, I’d love to! I think it’d be lovely,” trying to catch your breath and play it cool. She no more but chuckled before shaking her head.

Swapping out your flats for converse, and your jeans for some something more comfortable, you headed out the door of your room. You fiddled with your hands the entire walk over. Partially because you had a crush on Larissa, but also, you were wired on excitement for the food that you were sure to love. With how she carried herself at work; the way she so confidently dealt with everything, you could only imagine the way she was at home. You, once again, knocked on the door and waited for her response. “Coming!” You heard her shout from the other side. You had turned your head to look down the hall, just as she opened the door. She giggled at the sight of you, rocking back and forth on your heels.

The aroma that floated its way through the apartment was sublime. Trailing behind Larissa, you noticed how much more relaxed she seemed. It was such a difference from seeing her hold up her professional front, and being so proper nearly every second of the day. It was attractive. The apron wrapped around her waist, her patterned socks, the way she swayed behind the island. You were so focused on her, you nearly didn’t notice the appetizers she had set out. “Holy shit. Can I- CAN I HAVE ONE OF THOSE?” You were in disbelief. This woman had just set out a platter of your favorite cheddar biscuits, you were surely in love now, if you hadn’t already been before. “Yes, silly! They’re for us to enjoy while I finish dinner. Although, it looks as though it might finish early,” she spoke softly as she checked the oven.

You kicked your feet and hummed, rejoicing in every ounce of flavor you pulled from that appetizer. “Fuck, I love you,” you held your face as you shoved the remaining half of the biscuit in your mouth. “Wh-what?” Larissa spun her head and stared at you with furrowed brows. “Oh! The uh.. the biscuits! They’re to die for,” hiding your face as you blushed. She continued plating the meal as she laughed at your reaction. She sat your plate in front of you and told you to go ahead and begin eating while she grabbed a bottle of wine. Drooling the instant you saw the food, you grabbed your fork, and shoved a potato in your mouth. Back with the wine, Larissa leaned on her elbows in front of you. Watching your expression she asked how the food was. “This is so good, I could kiss you right now!” You praised. “Do it,” she smirked and leaned in closer. “Huh?” Wide-eyed, you couldn’t tell if she was being serious. “Do it. Kiss me,” flickering her gaze from your lips to your eyes. You decided, “fuck it,” and grabbed her face. Immediately returning the gesture, she smiled into your kiss. Her lips were soft and they tasted like the wine she had previously drank. You pulled back and laughed, “ You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to kiss you, Riss.” Turns out, she’s been just as head over heels for you. You simply hadn’t noticed.

You both finished your meals and you helped her clean the kitchen. “Thank you for dinner, Riss, it was so good,” complimenting her again on her cooking.

Dinner at her place had become a weekly tradition and you honestly couldn’t be happier. Well, maybe with muffin, but still.

#larissa weems #principal larissa weems #principal weems #wednesday weems #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #weems

[cleostoohot]

So as y’all know I did the 3 days or less challenge along with my ROE technique. Well the 3 days are over and here are my results <3 (I’m feeling pink today)

ᥫ᭡ | MY CRUSH TO TALK TO ME MORE (less than 24h)

Little back story: We were always partners in Spanish class because of our seating chart. He was literally the finest boy I seen in a long time whew😮‍💨. Chocolate skin, tall, he wasn’t the best in basketball but his sexc lips made up for that. We had each others number incase we wanted to exchange work but never texted on some friends shit until Friday. He randomly just hmu saying “yo” & tried to act like he didn’t know who number he was hitting but nahhh boy you know what you doing lolllll. We ended up just joking and reminiscing about school moments & I told him I’m taking culinary class again next year and he said he want me to cook for him 🌚 it never gave personal chef but I damn sure said I would lmfao

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything SP always finds a way to talk to me”

“Regardless of everything SP is always communicating with me”

“Regardless of everything SP loves talking to me”

ᥫ᭡ | RESEMBLING MY DESIRED FACE (more everyday)

I’m not going to say who my desired face is since I’m basically gonna end up looking like her completely (but 10x better). But since I wanted to resemble her like 50%, I had an idea of how that was going to look and I look exactly like that now. She has doe eyes and my eyes got rounder, her chin is kinda sorta boxy and mines got more squared, my lips got got bigger and wider and my nose is more pointy. I also love the way her mouth moves when she talks and my mouth has been moving the same. Plus when I talk mostly my bottom teeth would show but now you can see more of my top teeth like hers. I’ve only been around family since school been out and none of them knows who my df is (she’s only has over 100k on TikTok) so I’m guessing that’s why nobody said I look like her but my sister definitely said every morning I look different.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I be looking like DF”

“Regardless of everything me and DF look alike”

ᥫ᭡ | MY DAD GIVING ME MONEY OUT OF THE BLUE (2 days)

I’m going to visit New York and New Jersey in 2 weeks and what I look like spending my own money? My mom asked my dad to give me money for clothes, food, and just spending money but for some reason he acted like he didn’t want to. But, he ended up sending my mom 500 DOLLARS for me and said he might give me more when the trip comes closer. As you should mf. The hell.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything my dad always gives me money”

“Regardless of everything I always receive money out of the blue”

ᥫ᭡ | RED VELVET CHEESECAKE (2 days)

Me and my sister was walking to Starbucks (and btw it was my first time having a drink from there! i got this drink i seen on Pinterest shit was so good i damn near chewed the cup). Anyways, otw there it was literally somebody selling cake pops. He has so many flavors but guess which one in particular he had… red motha fuckin velvet cheesecake!! My sister thought it was sus that some random man was selling cake pops so she wasn’t gonna get it at first but I KNEW it was my manifestation and that it was safe so I insisted. He actually gave us each one free (pretty privilege maybe 😗) but it was 100000/10 so we bought 4 more each lmfaooo.

funny side note: those cake pops been on my mind since i had them so i tried to make my own today and they’re not doing so good lmfao. but hopefully the last step will bring it all together idk🌚

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I always get red velvet cheesecake”

“Regardless of everything I have red velvet cheesecake right now”

ᥫ᭡ | LOSING 5LBS (3 days)

There’s no story behind this one. I just lost weight lol. I mostly affirmed when I was eating. Before I was 133.?lbs and now I’m 126.2lbs. I didn’t check my weight until the 3rd day so idk which day it manifested exactly but that doesn’t matter fr.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I always lose weight”

“Regardless of everything I lost 5lbs”

“Regardless of everything food doesn’t make me gain weight”

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #success story

[luminarai]

hello! Im visiting Copenhagen in January and was wondering if you have any recommendations of things to do or like cafes/stores/etc to visit?

Hi nonnie! So sorry for the delayed answer, I was down with the flu/plague/?? most of december so I've only just gotten back to my inbox.

I've tried to make a compilation of the recommendations for places to see, eat, and shop that aren't just the usual touristy stuff. I hope you enjoy your trip and the weather won't be too Copenhagen-in-January!

Where to eat (especially bakeries)

Sct. Peders Bageri – The oldest bakery in Denmark! They haveCakery a wonderful selection of traditional Danish baked goods but their seasonal varieties are also incredible.

BUKA – They have a few bakeries in town now and some of the best croissants and pastries.

Cakery Copenhagen – The best eclairs in town, hands down. Always a bunch of fun seasonal varieties and mini versions.

Bertels Salon – They do cheesecakes. And they’re amazing. They have 10+ fresh varieties every day (!) and turned me into a cheesecake lover.

La Glace – They do traditional Danish layer cakes and fancy patisseries as well as hot chocolate ad libitum. Very atmospheric and historic. A bit more expensive all in all but not insanely so.

Torvehallerne – Two large greenhouses full of delicious food and other food/drink related stores. Coffee Collective for coffee, Rørt for Danish smørrebrød, Granny’s House for pastries and Ma Poule for their famous duck sandwich.

Broens Gadekøkken – A small street food market right by the bridge across from Nyhavn. Depending on when you’re here, there’s also an ice skating rink set up during winter.

Mahalle - Lebanese fusion kitchen at affordable prices. You might want to book a table just in case.

Jagger - Burgers! Not the most hyggelige surroundings (a bit too industrial chic) but you can't argue with the food. Highly recommend the milkshakes!

What to see

Glyptoteket – Absolutely gorgeous museum. Free entrance on the last Wednesday of the month.

Thorvaldsens Museum – Also stunning, focused on statues. Free entrance all Wednesdays.

Nationalmuseet – Bog bodies! Their seasonal exhibitions are usually very good.

David’s samling – Smaller museum with free entrance. Classical European and Islamic art.

Kronborg – AKA Hamlet’s castle. Technically outside Copenhagen but you can easily take the train the whole way. I highly recommend doing one of the daily guided tours (no additional cost to the entrance fee).

Rundetårn – A fun look into the old astrology tower with a lovely view of the city. The majority of the inside is one big ramp with some narrow stairs at the end so keep that in mind if you have trouble walking.

Assistentens Kirkegård digital guided tour – If the weather is with you, you can go for a digitally guided tour in the old graveyard, located in a park in the middle of the city. Here’s a link for the app.

Other nice parks in case it's not raining the whole time (Danes love going for a walk, what can I say) include the Botanical Garden, Frederiksberg Have (where you can peek into the elephant enclosure in the zoo) and Kongens Have.

To shop

Vintage shopping: There’s a bunch of good quality vintage stores on Studiestræde and Larsbjørnsensstræde. Also worth a mention is Audrey Vintage on Hyskenstræde, run by a woman who handpicks all the items from all around Europe.

Strøget is the place for high street shopping but I definitely recommend having a look around the inner city’s side streets and down Frederiksborggade (check out the home goods store Maduro here) over the lakes to Nørrebro where you’ll also find some more offbeat stores and great bars and restaurants.

The largest bookstore is Arnold Busck on Købmagergade for books in both Danish and English. Fiolstræde close by has the independent book café Brøg that I highly recommend both for books and for a quick cake + coffee. On Fiolstræde you’ll also find some used bookstores with a variety of options and other smaller shops and cafés.

#cecil blogs her life #travelling #traveling #copenhagen #denmark #travel recommendations

[collegecuckcakev3]

fatty/forced weight gain fantasies

This was going to be a private message to @the-sultry-brunette but I made it public instead as others might like it as well. This list is in no specific order.

Making her eat high fat/high calorie meals then making fun of her for it.

Ordering for her when eating out or making her ask the server which meals have the most fat/calories and having her tell the server, if asked, that its her orders from her husband's gf/domme.

Nighty ice cream sundaes or milkshakes.

Always have cheesecake on hand and eat a slice when I order it.

Continue with daily exercise. After all I still need her healthy enough for sexual activities and servitude.

Making her wear ridiculous outfits and bikinis with her new weight. Showing off all her new fat rolls and such. Cow print and pink bikinis for cow play and pig play.

Cow play and pig play.

Cattle earrings.

Drinking from a cattle water bottle.

Making fast food a daily requirement.

Eating off the floor/out of dog bowls.

Making her crawl around the yard and pissing in the grass like a dog.

Having her explain to her friends her new weight gain/control is on orders of her cuckcake/domme and shes getting off on it.

Having her buy a whole new wardrobe for her weight gain that shows a lot more skin and her new curves in a sexual and slutty way.

Having her do strip dances for her hubby and I then laughing at her weight.

Grabbing/squeezing/slapping her stomach whenever I feel like.

Having her crawl with me on her back.

Forced ingestion of foods that don't mix well.

Body comparisons between her and I with her hubby present to pick which one he'd rather fuck.

Having her apologize for being so fat and then begging to eat more for me.

Having her wear heels as much as possible.

Referring to its tits as udders.

[oddballwriter]

A Piece of Cake

Summary: You work at a food truck that sells baked goods, dessert foods, and other such things, named The Sweet Spot, with two other people who you've grown close to. Close enough that they know about your crush on the cook who works at the circus-themed food truck that you share one stop with. They're tired of you being too shy to make a move, so they help you get the ball rolling so that you two can actually talk to each other.  

Warnings: Mentions of cakes and sugars. The reader gets teased by their co-workers a bit but nothing too harsh. Billie and Penny kind of ruining the moment while also making it a bit better? 

Author’s Snip: I love this series and I wanted to make something for the sake of having something other than two sparse headcanon posts.

Notes: Go watch BigTop Burger and support the creator WorthiKids in any way you can. This show is such a delight and I love everything about it.  

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

"I'm gonna go stretch my legs." you tell your co-workers, almost out the door but their odd, almost sarcastic-sounding 'uh-huh's made you pause. "What? We hardly get customers at this stop, and our stock of food is fine. You can handle some customers while I'm out for a few minutes, can't you?" you question.

"Oh no. We'll be fine. For sure." one of your co-workers, Daniel, says, before speaking up again. "But how come you always want to walk while we're parked at this stop instead of all the others we do?" he asks, giving you a knowing look. "Like I said, we don't get customers here. It's half past noon. No one eats baked goods and desserts at noon." you say, trying to make up to defend your reasoning as to why you want to take a walk break at this spot.

"People also don't eat dessert at 1 pm, or 2am, maybe at 3pm, but those two other spots for one and two are okay to walk at too, don't you think, Y/N?" your second co-worker, Helen, suggests, with that same knowing tone.

"What's so wrong with me walking here. It's a nice walk around this block and there's some nice looking things here?" you ask.

"I bet there are." Daniel comments.

"Quit acting dumb. We know you just want to see that Circus Burger guy you have a crush on." Helen accuses. "What? No. I mean- I see him when I walk around sometimes, and I say hi, but I don't like him." you deny, even if Helen is right on the money. "And it's BigTop Burger. Not Circus Burger." you correct, trying to make her feel dumb for getting the name wrong, but you realize that it just makes you look more interested in him by knowing the actual name of the food truck he works for.

To be honest, they don't really care about your interest in him. They just like to tease you because of how much you deny it. And also because he wears clown make-up as part of his uniform and that makes the whole idea of you two kinda silly.

You look at your co-workers with a flushed face, knowing that even if you make a whole argument that you don't have a crush on him, they would know better.

"What's his name again anyways? Tom?" Helen questions. "It's Tim." you correct, again, this time with no defense. "Well. Why don't you take something for Tim and you two can talk. Maybe work up the courage to ask for his number too." Helen offered. "Or maybe just take him something for a couple of days and then ask for his number. One of the best ways to get to a man is through his stomach." she suggests.

"What should I take, though? We have so much stuff here." you say, looking at the plethora of cakes, cookies, brownies, rolls, and bonbons, the list could honestly go on forever and so could the various flavors, looks, hybrids of said things that you carried.

"Here," Daniel says as he moves towards the display and picks something for you. It was a slice of the funfetti cookie crust cheesecake. You look up at him with a 'really?' readable across your face. "What? His job has a clown theme. He might think it's funny." Daniel explains. You glance back down at the slice in its little plastic container that your truck usually puts your slice orders in before sighing and taking it.

"Go get 'em, Y/N!" Helen cheers as you actually step out of the truck and also hear Daniel shout "Don't worry, I'll pay for the slice!" as you walk forward.

The BigTop Truck wasn't that far from yours. It was just a turn around the corner and a small stride forward. It was impossible to miss the blue-colored brick of a truck once you turned the corner. As you got closer, you could see Tim leaning against the truck, on his break. As ashamed as it is for you to know that this time was usually his break time. 'Okay, Y/N. You can do this. Just walk up to him. You've done it before.' you think to yourself as you walk closer and closer. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you probably would have passed right by the BigTop truck and Tim if it weren't for him saying something.

"Hey! Y/N, right, from Sweet Spot around the corner?" Tim greets. "Out to stretch your legs again, huh?" he says. "Yeah. Sorta." you choke out, trying to both keep your cool and lower your excitement. "I brought you something." you say, holding out the slice of cheese cake to him.

Tim takes a second to look at it. "Oh wow. That's really something isn't it?" Tim comments. "Yeah. It's... something new on our menu. Some people have mixed feelings about it and," you explain, trying to come up with a reason why you'd just give him a piece of cake for free. "I was told to have someone kind of settle the score to see if we should keep it or not?" you conclude.

"I see." Tim says. "Well, I'll see how I feel." he remarks as he takes the container from your hands.

You somewhat avert your gaze so as to not make the situation weird by watching him eat. He uses the taped-in fork and takes a few bites pausing in between chews and taking pieces of certain parts to get the food as a whole.

"It's pretty good." Tim finally says, "No doubt, there's enough sugar in here to make a blood sugar monitor explode. But still good." he comments, trying to make a joke. "Yeah. I'm sure there is. If I'm being honest, this hybrid abomination feels like a culinary crime, but you know how it is with food trucks. If it's crazy enough it gets sales." you agree smiling a bit to show that you appreciate the joke.

Tim nods and even makes a few bashes himself. "Hey. I'm pretty sure we only have one or two people who actually like our food. I think everyone else is just trying it for the sake of seeing what it's like." Tim remarks, "I mean, our burger buns literally have sprinkles on them." he adds.

You think about the idea of how that would even taste and understand that that also feels like some type of crime against food as well.

"But hey. Your truck can get away with sprinkles. That's basically the go-to strategy for everything you sell." Tim explains. "I haven't eaten anything from there till right now with this, but your stuff looks good." Tim compliments.

You see Tim try and say something else after a long beat of silence but the window latch of the truck pops open and smacks him hard in the back of the head with a faint bunk noise.

"Hey, Tim. Steve wants us to head to the next stop early, for whatever reason, so-" a person with blue clown make-up and a cap on says, speaking low and monotone voice before pausing upon seeing you and their co-worker who was rubbing the hit spot, who was shooting them a quick glance.

Another person, this time a shorter, rounder woman with pink makeup, pokes her head out. She sees you and Tim as well but she changes to a brief shocked expression and speaks, "Sorry for the interruption. Tim, take your time. I need to talk to Billie for a second.", the woman takes hold of the window door and quickly throws it down to close it, but in the process hits Tim in the back of the head again. You hear her shout a muffled "Sorry!" from inside.

"Are you okay?" you ask. "I'm fine. Just fine." Tim assures. "That was Billie and Penny by the way. In case you wanted to know," he says.

"Thanks for the cake by the way it was really neat of you to offer me some." Tim thanks. "I'll keep that as a highlight of the rest of my day. Whatever that may entail." he says as he starts to walk around to enter into the truck.

You try your best to not squeal at the fact that he just called you, well, more like the cake, a highlight in his day.

You wave goodbye to each other before he gets into the truck and you turn to walk back to your food truck. Upon getting back, you find Daniel and Helen seemingly waiting inside for you.

"So, how was your date?" Daniel jokingly asks.

"He liked the cake," you say, "And I met his co-workers." you add.

"Ooh. Sounds pretty serious." Hellen buds in with a joke of her own.

#bigtop burger #bigtop burger tim #bigtop burger x reader #worthikids #youtube series #btb tim