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hai7ani · 8 months

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PRINCESS TREATMENT haitani rindou

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adult rindou is a lovesick fool + ran still peels rindou's prawns to this day

"What's better, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"'The hell's wrong with you?"

Rindou thinks you're stupid.

Not in a bad way of course -- he fucking adores it, especially when you're all sleepy and blabbering nonsense to him before bed in that stupidly cute face of yours. "Baby, have I ever told you that you look a bit like Chicken Little?" "Shut up. Go to sleep."

He says that with an annoyed expression and yet every time, Rindou will simply gaze into your eyes with a lovesick grin as you continue to sleepily mess with him in bed. A few swats to his chest when he sneaks a hand down the blanket to pinch your butt, a few giggles tumbling from your mouth when he attacks your neck with his lips because it tickles there . . .

And he'd air his whiny complaints out to Ran who is busy peeling prawns on the dinner table.

"I swear, why do all girls get zoomies when they're 'boutta fall asleep?" He rants to his brother with a scrunch of his nose and the older boy simply chuckles before placing down a nicely peeled prawn in Rindou's plate. "Does your girlfriend do that too? I gotta know, bro."

"You say that as if you don't like it. Love it, even." Ran licks off the sauce from his fingers with a look on his face. He stares at his brother, and stifles a laugh upon meeting eyes. ". . . And ya, she does." Rindou pokes into the prawn with his fork and brings it up to his mouth, before eventually choking on the meat from trying to hold back his own laugh.

Two unserious brothers.

And today, Rindou is holding your hand as you walk back home together after a dinner date out at a high-end restaurant in Aoyama. It is payday and he had immediately forwarded you a copy of his payslip when a notice from HR came through. "Eating nice today, baby." He'd smirked into the phone and you'd laughed loudly into the speaker. "Sure, sure. Whatever you want."

The crisp autumn wind blows past the two of you and dried leaves rustle around the walkway with some crunching beneath your shoes following the steps that you both take. You sway your hands together back and forth while kicking a pebble in your step.

"Answer it, baby. I needa know which kinda disgusting colour are you more into." You cling onto his arm and pout up at his blank expression.

Rindou pinches your thumb between his fingers while you giggle up at him, "do I seem like I got a fuckin' choice?" You shake your head, "you don't, no. So hurry up, answer it."

He clicks his tongue and moves to wrap a warm arm around your shoulders. "Lord have mercy. I'm stuck here with my annoying lady and she won't stop asking me weird n' stupid questions."

You ignore his whines and cries for help to the Lord and hug your arms around his frame tighter. You laugh into his shirt and a hand reaches up to caress at your hair. It's warm, it's comforting.

"Quickly, vomit green or pee yellow?"

"Dunno. You're stupid. Shut up. Go away."

You deadpan. He gives you a judgmental look that reminds you a bit of the silly The Rock meme that you always see on social medias before pulling you anymore closer to him.

You snort at it -- so much for telling you to go away.

"Fine. Have it this way then -- I'll massage your back tonight if you say pee yellow. Please."

It's an obvious bait -- it's deliberate.

". . . Pee yellow."

He willingly falls into it.

And Rindou flushes when you cackle and swat a hand at his back, "Jesus, Rin! Who's the stupid one now?" You point an accusing finger with a red face -- the aftermath of laughing so hard and he slaps it away with a faint pout. "Shaddap."

You approach a huge puddle of water on the ground and he hops over it in one big step. Rindou almost falls back when you don't let go of him, and instead, you remain where you are -- foot seemed to be mounted into the ground -- and you tug back on his hand. Hard.

Where on Earth did you find the strength to do that? He's got no idea at all.

"Shit, baby, I almost fell-"

Your hands break off somewhere in the process of him trying to regain his balance and not fall into the puddle of water with you figuring out your best course of action, and you soon realise that he's on the other side of the puddle now. You feel oddly left out despite the look of patience plastered on his face as he beckons for you to come over to him.

"C'mere, baby."

You stop moving, choosing to stare down the puddle with an annoyed expression instead while scratching at your bun that's starting to agitate you.

Your orbs scan around the tight walkway and notice that there isn't any walkable areas for you, and certainly not for the expensive Louboutin's you are currently wearing that is paired with a slim body-hugging dress hanging off your shoulders. No clear ground except for the muddy grass on the side from the light rain earlier, and you grimace at the thought of getting your heels dirty.

Because Rindou had gotten these shoes for you just last week -- you can't be getting them dirty this early into your ownership. These shoes are your pride and joy -- your absolute love. No harm can ever be done to them.

Rindou raises a brow at where he stands on the other side, staring at your figure who is awfully quiet all of a sudden. He notices that you aren't really paying attention to him and takes it a hint to follow your gaze instead -- the big puddle, the tight walkway, the muddy grass, the way you're checking and tapping your heels on the ground repeatedly . . .

And he pieces it together.

"I can't cross." You mumble and look up at him, who is already silently crossing your heavy Michael Kors over his torso. He puffs and fixes his hair before swiftly hopping back to you in one big step.

You reach out to hold his hands, a habit you make when you're unsure of what to do, and Rindou simply pulls you by the waist, closer to him, to grab at your arms and he looms it over his shoulders. You blink up at him with wide eyes and a cheeky smile -- you seemed to have picked up on what he's about to do -- and he resists himself to smooch at your rosy lips for being so cute.

He'll save that for later.

"C'mon, princess."

Rindou hurls you into his arms in one swift motion like an actual princess -- one arm supporting your back and the other tucked under your knees -- and you immediately smile widely into his neck, burying your face there as you shy and melt deep into his body. You hear wet footsteps sound through the area and can't help but finally let the giddy laugh escape your lips.

Rindou steps through the puddle while carrying your body in his arms with the heavy bag of yours slung over his torso that he's repeatedly tutted at the entire evening. "What the hell do you even put in there? It's always so heavy." "An umbrella, a recycled bag in case of emergency shopping, two packets of tissues, some pads, makeup, your stupid bulky power bank that you never use but still wants me to carry around-" "Enough."

You relish in the warmth radiating off his chest as you relax in his arms and thanking yourself for training a man like him.

You remind yourself to make it up to him tonight.

In what way? Guess he'll be finding it out tonight.

When Rindou finally makes it over to the other side, he moves to place you back down on your feet, but you cling closer to him at that and wrap your arms tighter around his neck.

"Noooo. Les' go home like this." You whine into his neck and he chuckles lightly, "I'll be all spent before we even get back home, baby."

Nonetheless, Rindou picks you back up and continues walking forward while you rest your head on his chest, listening to his frantic heartbeat and you giggle like a fool. "More the reason for you to look forward to tonight."

He smirks down at you in his arms upon your words, half-lidded eyes gazing straight into your mischievous ones. You bite your lip under his gaze and look away.

"Yeah? What should I be expecting?"

"Something like a really nice massage. Paired with a little extra thing."

You wiggle your eyebrows at it and Rindou leans his head down to bite at your cheek.

"I'll sure be looking forward to it, then."

Though the two of you are being rather . . . cheeky, right now, he can't help but have his heart swell at the current situation. It makes him feel all giddy on the inside and he silently prays the night hides it well enough that you don't notice the flaming red on his cheeks. (You always do, and you never point it out. It's so endearing to see him like this.)

You're giggling like a pretty baby in his arms as he carries you back home with wet footprints trailing behind and your heavy bag slung over his torso.

He smiles at it. You smile at him.

And Rindou will spend a lifetime carrying you home in wet shoes and sore arms if it means getting to see you so happy.

Happy with him.

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catmansquad · 9 months

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Comfort (P3)

As you and Miguel prepare for the dinner-party; a baby, bad hungers, and Miguel’s brother threaten to ruin the evening.

(In this chapter, we will briefly dive into some of Miggy's past trauma, and to exactly why this version of him is a sex-hungry entity)

‘Stop making yourself taller each time I look away!’ Miguel chuckled at your flustered expression, resting with hands on hips with a sly grin. ‘No idea what you mean…’ You stepped up close to him, leaving the prep work behind in the kitchen and glaring up at him. ‘Oh, really? When we got up this morning, we were the same height pretty much. Now you’re… You’re a freakin’ seven-foot beanpole!’ He laughed again, looming nearly head and shoulders taller than you. ‘I’m six foot nine!’ His amused smirk only grew as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against yours, eyes rich with mirth and delight. ‘… Are you saying you want me to be seven feet tall? I’m a shapeshifter, mi cariño… I can be whatever I want- or whatever you want… Plus I like being able to reach all the high shelves that you can’t.’ A rumbling purr escaped him as he rested his chin atop your head, letting it vibrate through you. ‘If you tease me, I might just start putting your keys and phone on the high shelf that you can’t reach and make you beg me for it back.’ He hummed softly, stepping back to let you return to your preparations for the dinner party tonight. You checked that the chicken was defrosting, and began to work on assembling the dessert; the chocolate mousse would need plenty of time to chill. ‘… Beanpole?’ You heard the Incubus hum in thought. ‘Yes, beanpole Miguel!’ You didn’t look back, smashing the wrapped chocolate bars on the counter to work out your frustration. ‘Don’t make yourself any taller, please, Miguel… My friends are gonna think I’m dating a giant.’ ‘Ok, promise. No more inches on the height. Only inches where they matter.’ ‘I didn’t think Incu-… Whatever the plural of Incubus is-‘ ‘Incubi!’ He chirped up, cheerful. ‘Incubi needed more inches- I thought they’d have that covered.’ ‘Ay! Now who’s getting saucy?’ Miguel’s laugh was infectiously joyful, you heard his tail slapping against a wall like an excited puppy. ‘No, the sauce is for the starter- and lose the damn tail.’ You clicked your fingers as the mention drove another thought into your head. Yes, the prawns were defrosting fine, too.

You felt all the tension flee from your body, the concern and pressure of the coming evening seemed a million miles away as Miguel hugged you from behind, resting his chin atop your head, a pleased sigh in his chest. ‘Can I help…?’ ‘Can you cook?’ Your question drew a low hum of thought from the larger man, his arms holding you tighter, and pulling back against his body. ‘… No. I mean, I can eat food, but I don’t need it. My brother cooks, I think? Gabri makes some nice things, but I’ve never had the interest… Dios mio… Ahem! But I still want to help!’ He gave you another warm hug, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck with another low purr. You sighed softly, placing the shattered chocolate aside and took the hands that rested across your belly in your own. He was warm, softly squeezing you in his grasp. ‘What are you making…? Something delicious?’ ‘Prawn cocktail, chicken curry, and chocolate mousse…’ ‘Ahh… Sounds delicious. But nothing will be as sweet as you.’ You heard him sigh, pressing against your back, and you felt him shift, subtly changing himself again. ‘Miguel…’ ‘Yes, my love…?’ ‘… Are you seriously beefing yourself up right now?’ You felt the Incubus freeze up; you didn’t need to see his face to guess that his eyes were frantically darting as he desperately thought of an excuse. ‘I… Uh… N-no?’ ‘Keep your mind out of the gutter; I just felt you… swell.’ He snickered briefly, squeezing you in a firm hug and you fought back the urge to let yourself melt into his embrace and spend the entire day just like that. ‘… I just want to be impressive for your friends. For you.’ ‘You’re… You’re already impressive, Miguel. I don’t need to be dating a guy who’s too tall and muscular for most doorways. Being seven feet tall and hulking with muscle isn’t going to… Look, you’re attractive already. You don’t need to go overboard.’ He was purring again, pressing little kisses to your head. ‘Aww, I’m impressive and attractive as is? That just makes my heart melt…’ Miguel adjusted his arms around you, embrace becoming more intimate, loving as he trapped you against his broad chest. His voice was a whisper you almost didn’t hear. ‘Thank you…’

‘Just like that... Yeah?’ Aware that time was starting to become a pressing issue, you had left Miguel in charge of dessert, leaning around his broad body as you pressed up against him, the very inverse of your previous predicament. ‘Right…’ ‘C’mon, Miggy; you’ve got strong arms and I’m sure you’re used to some strong wrist action. Firm whisking should be easy for you.’ ‘Hnngh…’ The sound escaped him, unbidden and you felt him shiver in your arms with delight. ‘… It’s good to see you coming out of your shell a little…’ You rested your head against his broad back for a brief moment, enjoying the softness of his clothing, the warmth of him, and the sweet scents that clung to him. Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, you pulled yourself away to see to your own tasks. So much salad to chop, wash, and prepare. ‘Of course… Once we’ve got the evening to ourselves again, I can give you my own dessert, yes?’ You glanced over as he paused whisking, eyes looking into your own as a smirk crept onto his features, his voice was a husky whisper, just enough for you to hear. ‘… It’s very thick and has a lot of delicious cream, mi vida...’ ‘Oh my fucking god, Miguel. Please. Stop it.’ ‘I don’t think you want me to…’ His eyes twinkled with mischief, smirking at you. ‘I am not going to explain to Scott and Callista why I’m an absolute mess, with salad in my hair, and no food ready to go… C’mon; you wanted beefy arms, so put those muscles to use.’

You were flung into a panic at the knock on your door, immediately drawing Miguel’s gaze and watching how he looked around, like he was trying to sense something you couldn’t see. ‘They’re here… Very early. It’s fine… I can make this work!’ You set down the half-chopped salad and steeled your nerves. It was time for happy smiles, introduce Miguel and lie through your teeth that he was your loving boyfriend. ‘it’s fine. This is fine! They’ll just have to understand that they’re too early, that they’ll have to wait for dinner and maybe they could even lend a hand…. It’s fine…’ You grasped the door handle, drawing a deep breath. ‘Ok… Miguel is my boyfriend, he is very, very human and is not a sex pest…’ You fixed the welcoming smile to your face and began to pull the door open, only too late hearing the hurried footsteps, watching Miguel slide towards you, clawed toes curling and cutting streaks into your carpet with a look of building horror in his eyes. On the other side of the door, a man greeted you with a warm smile; his dark brown hair rose in gravity-defying curls, golden-brown eyes bright and kind. Where Miguel was sharp and angular, he was soft and tranquil. Where Miguel was tall and strong, he was shorter and skinny. Wearing white leggings and a jacket, the shirt beneath was marred with bright splotches of colour, and in a love heart across the chest a message printed upon it read; “MAKE LOVE (AND ART) NOT WAR”. ‘Hello!’ His voice was warm, friendly, but as soon as his gaze found Miguel did you watch him beam in delight. ‘Brother! There you are! Aren’t you going to introduce me?’ You felt Miguel’s forehead rest softly against your shoulder, one of his arms coming around to wrap across your stomach. You could practically feel his embarrassed reluctance. ‘… This is Gabri. My little brother.’ Gabriel took one of your hands gently in his own, his touch was gentle as a cool summer breeze, warm as the sun’s rays, and you took a moment to remind yourself that beneath that charming exterior, he was another Incubus. Now, there were two very handsome brothers in your home. Oh, yes, your mind briefly went places with that knowledge.

‘Brother, you didn’t tell me was going to be so hand-‘ ‘Cállate…’ Miguel hissed at him, teeth gritted. You returned to the salad, pretending that you couldn’t hear them only a short distance away. ‘Yeah, but-‘ ‘Cállate-!’ ‘Why are you speaking Spanish, Miggy?’ Gabriel sounded like he wanted to laugh, you felt his gaze briefly upon your neck and heard him gasp. ‘Ohh! Wait, does he straight up melt if you speak to him in Spanish? Oh, that explains it…’ ‘Shut. Up. Brother.’ ‘Well… Just take this then… I know you don’t like to come prepared…’ The soft rustle of a paper bag changing hands reached your ears. You set the knife down gently, rather than accidentally cut yourself for how hard you were blushing. You took a shaky breath, reminding yourself that your own thoughts were private, neither of the two brothers could read your mind. They could, however, read your emotions, and right now you were a blushing mess. ‘Gabri, you’re a better cook. Since you wanted to come here, you can help…’ ‘Oh! Sure!’ You registered the presence of Gabriel at your back, peering over your shoulder. He smelled of sweet vanilla and lavender, you felt his hands rest on your hips- and they immediately pulled away at the growling snarl that escaped from Miguel; a low, possessive sound that made you shiver. ‘You can help here, Gabri…’ Miguel’s voice was laced with threat. With an unbothered chuckle, Gabriel stepped away from you to take over the still unfinished chocolate mousse. ‘… What did you do to this, Miggy? Ah, no matter. I can fix it.’ The shift in Miguel’s attitude was noticeable, and you found it amusing at just how grumpy he had become, as if he had become the grouch to his brother’s sunny, unbreakably cheerful disposition. You felt Miguel’s arms wrap across your chest as he pressed up close against you, humming as he placed soft kisses on your neck. ‘You’re being possessive, Miggy?’ ‘… Please don’t keep calling me that as well. I was enjoying our time together… I was hoping we would have a nice time together, enjoy the dinner party…’ Your breathing picked up as his tongue began to softly lick across your neck, replaced by the ghosting tease of his teeth- some very sharp fangs grazing gently. ‘… Then once they were gone, I was going to take you to bed and make sweet, intense love to you, all night long. But we could also do it on the sofa, or the table..’ ‘M-Miguel…’ His purr at you whispering his name rumbled low in his chest. Gabriel gave a pause from filling the dessert glasses to smile at the pair of you, perhaps it was the light, but his eyes were glinting more gold than brown. ‘Careful, Miggy… You’ve still got to get through the evening, so you’ve gotta keep your pants up for a while longer.’ You felt Miguel pull you closer against him, resting against you with an irritated sigh. ‘… My brother has been here all of five minutes… At least he is not-‘ ‘Ah, so… Miggy’s boyfriend! Can I ask a simple question?’ You ignored Miguel’s whine of irritation that hinted he knew exactly what his brother was about to ask and nodded. ‘Sure, Gabriel.’ ‘ What is beauty to you?’ ‘… Yep. There we go...’

What had begun as a simple question had expanded into a philosophical debate with the other Incubus. Yet it helped to keep you focused on the task at hand, the two of you leaving Miguel sulking, perched atop one of the kitchen counters as the two of you finished the preparation for dinner. ‘… As Incubi, I think that we’re creatures of beauty. I mean, sure, for humans; male sexuality can be a minefield, and it doesn’t get any better when we start getting involved… We try our best, but... Y’know… “A few bad apples” and all that. But we’re here; striking garments, charming smiles, encouraging voices in times of need… Balms of the soul…. Pure bliss that can overwhelm the senses and heal a troubled heart… Beauty itself…’ You didn’t realise just how soft Gabriel’s voice had become, how gentle his eyes were until you found his hands cupping your face, leaning into his touch. ‘GABRIEL!’ The ferocious growl snapped you from your stupor and Gabriel’s expression turned sheepish as he stepped back. You whirled on your feet, to find Miguel leaning from the counter towards you, sharp teeth gritted, and eyes red and blazing with unsuppressed jealously. ‘Of course… We can also be prone to being incredibly moody, jealous and possessive of those we care for…’ Gabriel finished with a nervous smile.

You had finished laying the table when the soft knock on the door came, your eyes shot up, glancing at the brothers; Miguel stood with his arms folded, narrowed eyes on you. Gabriel hugged him from his left side, head resting on his shoulder, smiling. ‘Ok… Ok… We’ve got this. U-uh, Miguel, please get changed into something smarter, Gabriel; your tail is showing.’ You hurried out of the room to your door, steeling your nerves and reminding yourself of everything you had before. It was time for take two. You fixed a smile to your face and opened the door, greeting the couple on the other side. ‘Hi! Scott, Callista, you look- oh, she’s so precious...’ They both looked exhausted, you noted. Scott’s glasses were wonky, his dark hair was messy and he struggled to get a smile on his face. Beside him, Callista’s brown hair was tied into pigtails, she was doing a far better job of smiling, carrying the wrapped bundle in her arms, the tiny form of the infant barely visible beneath the fluffy cloths and pink hat. You kept your voice soft to not wake the baby and beckoned them inside. Scott trudged across the threshold carrying several bags worth of childcare gear. ‘So, um… There’s been some changes since the last time we spoke, I, uh…’ ‘Stop fussing, Gabri, you look fine.’ ‘You should have worn the tuxedo, Miggy.’ ‘It’s a dinner party, not a…’ Miguel’s voice died in his throat, the brothers looking to the three of you. Miguel was dressed in a fancy white dress shirt buttoned up to his throat, with grey trousers and shined black shoes. His attire was tight enough to show his broad physique. Beside him Gabriel had replaced his shirt with a pure black variant, his jacket a gentle sky blue with golden feathers patterned down the arms and back. They looked... Stylish, you supposed. Gabriel gave you a fond smile, Miguel’s eyes were focused on the baby in Callista’s arms, and you swore a flash of emotion passed briefly over his features, he swallowed thickly before forcing himself to smile. ‘A-Ah… T-this is Miguel, m-my… My boyfriend, and his brother, Gabriel.’ Gabriel gave them a soft, friendly wave, Miguel’s smile was brief, he finally tore his gaze from the baby to focus on you once again. ‘Uh, you can put her down in the spare room for now, we’ll be eating soon- Gabriel, could I have a hand?’ You certainly trusted Miguel to keep your friends company over Gabriel, there was a distinctly nagging feeling that his passions would inevitably turn the conversation into another philosophical debate on the nature of beauty- and might inevitably blow his own nature. Or convince them that he and his brother were weirdos and you were dating one of them. One of the two could happen. Miguel would just have to live without your presence for a time until the starter was ready.

Only once throughout the entire meal did the baby wake in desperate cries. You watched Callista set down her cutlery and rise from her chair with a knowing look. ‘Aww, someone’s hungry for their own dinner…’ Gabriel spoke with a soft smile, hands clasped together under his chin. You watched Miguel swallow the lump in his throat again, he looked… Haunted, almost. He nearly jumped out of his seat as you took his hand in a soft squeeze. ‘Mig…?’ ‘I’m alright, my love…’ He purred back with a warm smile, squeezing your hand back in return. You found his smile infectious and felt your own growing on your face until Miguel’s hand slipped free from your grasp and you returned your attention to dessert before you. No matter the disaster Miguel had caused, Gabriel had somehow made perfection out of it. Eventually, Callista returned to the table, all but falling into seat with an exhausted groan. ‘… She was very hungry…’ She noted before picking up her spoon again. The conversation shifted to you and Miguel, and he took your hand again in a reassuring squeeze. ‘Miggy’s very sweet.’ You smiled, even as you were quietly screaming in panic on the inside. ‘Sometimes he can look big and scary, but he’s just a big teddy bear beneath it all.’ ‘I’ll vouch for that.’ Gabriel held up a hand, earning a glare from his older brother. ‘Miggy’s got a huge heart, he’ll love this one so deeply.’ You bit back a nervous laugh, already blushing. Merciful relief came in the form of your friend’s daughter crying once again. Callista glanced to her husband and he nodded. ‘Yeah… I’ll go…’ ‘I’ll.. come with you. Spare me the embarrassment of my brother.’ Miguel pushed himself up from the table, following Scott into the spare room.

‘Aww, what’s wrong now, little one? Hungry? Messy? No, no… You had a bad dream and woke up all alone, didn’t you…?’ With a soft, gentle ease, Miguel lifted the infant from her basket, cradling her close in his arms against his chest, softly hushing her cries into little whimpers as he radiated comfort and protection. ‘There, there… I’m here for you…’ Scott watched the sight, and slumped down onto the small armchair in the room, an exhausted sigh passing across his features. ‘H-how…? You make it look so easy. You’ve got to tell me your secret, man…’ ‘Just natural talent.’ He shot a wry smirk at the exhausted father before returning to the infant, rocking her and humming a wordless tune. As she settled in his arms, he swallowed the thick lump in his throat, memories were bubbling to the surface. Old memories, uncomfortable memories. ‘… You know, little one… I had a little girl, once… Just like you. But that was a lifetime ago… I was a different man back then… A whole other world…’

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Miguel was awake at the sound of Gabriella’s fussing, as if his body had become attuned to her slightest distress. He dragged himself from his bed, staggering half asleep across the hall and stopped at the door to her nursery, finding relief in the silhouette of his brother leaning over her crib, soothing her back to sleep. He smiled softly, knowing she was in good hands. Gabriel had been his saviour so many a time, and his love for his niece was second only to Miguel’s own love for his daughter. He stepped into the lounge, waiting for his brother to return from soothing her to sleep, to tender thanks- He froze, eyes going wide, fear and panic coiled like a blooming flower in his chest, its roots burned his veins and he found himself trembling, breathing quickening. His brother was right before him, passed out on the sofa from exhaustion. So, who-?

The floorboards creaked as his footsteps thundered, he sprinted back to the nursery door, witnessing the shadow cradling the bundle of his daughter in his arms. ‘Gabri!! GABRIEL!!’ He howled, hearing the thump and crash of his brother startling awake. ‘Put. My. Daughter. Down!’ He snarled, the instincts and rage of a father rising like a fierce wolf within him. The shadow hesitated, softly hushing the little whimpers of Gabriella as she stirred from her rest. ‘Look at me, you bastard!’ The figure turned slowly, stepping into the moonlight, the curtains fluttered in the breeze of the open window. Miguel felt his brother’s reassuring hand on his shoulder, and both stared into red eyes- Miguel’s own face stared back at him.

Miguel heard his apartment door crash open. He crawled across the nursery floor, driven by anger and determination. Gabriella was wailing in his doppelganger’s arms, Gabriel lay crumpled beneath a patch of cracked and shattered wall- from where his other self had thrown his brother aside with one hand and ferocious strength. Miguel had briefly laid hands on his daughter- his other self had growled at him, then pain. He was bleeding, he was bleeding heavily from the deep gash in his left side; claws had cut through cloth, skin and nearly cleaved through bone. Footsteps, hurrying in boots, an unfamiliar man slid into view, horrified with wide eyes. ‘Miguel, stop it! Stop it!! She’s not your daughter! She’s not your child-‘ ‘She IS mine!’ His doppelganger snarled back, deaf to Gabriella’s desperate wailing, holding her close, possessive. ‘Mig-‘ ‘SHE’S MINE!!’ The stranger seemed taken aback by that deafening roar and followed his doppelganger out with one last sorrowful look. Miguel reached out with a desperate whimper, looking to that empty doorway, then to his brother- who looked back with that faint sparkle in his eyes, a tear running down his cheek. They remained there until Santa Muerte arrived to take them both in her gentle embrace.

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‘… Well, looks like everyone needs a little nap, mm?’ He smiled softly, laying the sleeping infant gently back into her basket and ensuring she was comfortable and tucked in. In the armchair, Scott had fallen asleep. Miguel hummed in thought, mulling over the memories he had stirred up. Being human had caused him enough pain, if it wasn’t in that life, it was in another. His fate was seemingly chained to Spider-Man. So, he had chosen to return as something non-human- to try and escape it and the pain of what had happened. He had chosen this for the passion to numb the pain, to lose himself in bliss and sex like a drug. No-one had ever warned him that Incubi felt emotions more intensely than humans. Then, he had found you; the same voice, the same face as the stranger that had accompanied his doppelganger. Lo and behold, Spider-Man was never too far behind you, only this time in harmless comic form. He glanced back into the lounge, where he saw his brother keeping you and Callista entertained. His brother, his eternal support. Miguel mused that he could’ve chosen to reincarnate as a badger and Gabriel would probably have leapt right into it after him. He was probably driving you both mad with his motor-mouth’s seemingly never-ending tirade on the nature of beauty and delight. Perhaps it was for the best that Gabriel didn’t recall their final moments… Miguel hesitated, turning over one of his hands, shaping his nails out into long, sharp claws before reverting back. If Spider-Man put in a more personal appearance, to take you away this time... Well. His strength was immense, his form was malleable, his passions were dangerous, and his senses were sharper than knives. Miguel considered himself more than a match this time.

‘… I’m not one to be a critic, but I think art’s lost its way. No-one’s really got that spark of talent anymore. People pay billions for it? For what, for a canvas someone’s just smeared shit on and hung up in a gallery? That’s not beauty. Beauty demands expression, it demands the artist bear their soul to the world, even if it means pain in return.’ You sat back in your chair, only half listening to Gabriel continue his energetic debate. Callista seemed enraptured, but you put that up to the Incubus’ charms over any actual interest in the topic of conversation. ‘Your husband has taken some rest of his own… He is sleeping as soundly as your daughter.’ Miguel murmured softly as he took a seat beside you, one arm pulling you to lean against him, a content hum in his throat. ‘Gabri, I think you’ve said enough for the time being.’ His brother opened and closed his mouth, staring at him in shock before shaking his head with a nervous chuckle.

With Scott, Calista and their still sleeping daughter on their way home, you bid Gabriel a fond farewell on your doorstep with a gentle hug, and his soft promise that he would return again. ‘He means he’s going to stalk art galleries, criticizing every painting in sight until some bright young thing tries to correct him. Then they’re under his spell before they know it. He treats them well….’ You found Miguel on the sofa, hugging a cushion to his chest as if he was afraid it would disintegrate if he let go. There was something about him that gave you pause, a sense of desperation that he was restraining. ‘Miguel, are you… alright?’ He shook his head slowly, eyes red once again as he looked up to you. ‘No… ‘m hungry…’ H-how can you be hungry, we literally just had a three course meal. What sort of metabolism do you have?’ ‘No… No. You don’t understand. I’m hungry….’ ‘You’re- Oh.’ The realisation hit you like a slap to the face as you saw the bright hunger in his eyes, and you felt a shiver run softly down your spine as you reminded yourself exactly what sort of being you were sharing a home with. ‘Please say yes… Please… I want to take you. Right now. So badly…’ He drew a shaky breath, a hand on his face that concealed his sparkling eyes. ‘I need this, damnit!..’ ‘Alright…’ You reached out and took his other hand in both of yours, trying to quieten your nerves for just what you were agreeing to. It was just like the dreams, you reminded yourself. Only you were now lucid, and very much aware of just who and what you were about to sleep with. ‘I’ll be gentle… Unless you don’t want me to…’ He peeked at you from between his fingers, eyes dark with the haze of lust and hunger so strong it was almost contagious and stirred something inside you. With one tug of surprising strength, you tumbled atop him onto the sofa and his lips were upon yours, teeth nipping on your bottom lip, hands roaming. From here, it could only get better.

(What, you think I'd write explicit stuff on Tumblr? Maybe on the AO3 version when I inevitably upload it there. Maybe they'll be a little treat of that in the next chapter.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #gabriel o'hara

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dantemegau · 6 months

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I recently noticed how much food and drink is mentioned/ on screen in OFMD. I started to compile a list for fun and it expanded QUICKLY. Here it is in its current state.

FOODS & DRINKS

Breakfast

Orange Marmelade

Breakfast in Bed with Doug

Breakfast in Bed with Ed

Whipped Seaweed Breakfast

Good French Bread

Roach’s Peanut Paste

Lunch

Brain Couscous

Queen Soup

Captain Hornigold’s seafood soup

Snake (well tenderized, you could be a chef)

Sammy/Sandwich for the trip

Some of the Crew (young and succulent)

Republic of Pirates Street food Lobster

Dinner

Enby Dinner Smorgasbord

Rabbit (well tenderized, you can barely taste the shit)

Monsieur Prawn’s Dinner

Little Plates (Tapas)

A fine fish

A rat terrier named ‘Pepper’

Finger Foods at the Widow Bonnet’s Art Show

The slop we can afford

Gravy Basket (whatever that is exactly)

Ned the Leopard’s Chicken

Childhood Trauma Goose

Spanish Jackie's a la Carte

Favorite of all the Horses Family Dinner (followed by emotional connection desert)

Tea Time

40 Orange Glaze Cake

Yummy Lavender Soap

Raw Seagull

Another Toe (Carrot Cake in Fondant)

Candied Melon Silk Moth

Drinks

Calypso’s Birthday Cocktails

(Lavender) Tea with a Dollop of Milk and Seven Sugars

Sleepy Chamomile Tea

Haunted Island Coconut Cocktails

Republic of Pirates Coconut Cocktails

Free Drinks for Sea Gods

Blood

Juice from the Nose Jar (nutty)

Izzy’s “Emotional Support” Bottle

Give me Drinks or give me Death (Zheng Style)

Lime Ricky

Lighthouse Fluid

So tempted to procrastinate on my actual work and turn this into a cookbook…

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sideblogdotjpeg · 1 month

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to think even a frog in a well like me gets to eat prawn paste chicken

#🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉 GIYS PRAWN PASTE AND LEMON JUICE AND RICE AND KAI LAN GARLIC #AND THERES KROPOK LATER #LIFE IS WORTTTH LIIVVINNGGG!!!!!!!!!!

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harmaakarhu · 10 months

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please do not ask about everything I was supposed to be doing instead of this Baldur’s Gate Muppets fancast, but we’re here now

Companions

Jaheira and Khalid - Miss Piggy and Kermit Jaheira and Khalid just flat-out are Miss Piggy and Kermit - this is the whole reason I sat down and started thinking about this fancast

Imoen - Gonzo He's clever, he’s very playful, he’s loyal - and most of all he has a kind heart.

Minsc - Sweetums Sweetums would have a blast with all the butt-kicking. And Robin would be a delight as Boo. Alternatively, I’d get a lot out of having Rizzo play Boo while all the other actors pretend they can’t understand him.

Dynaheir - Custom Muppet My friend who helped me with the fancast was really clear that every Muppets Movie has some new Muppets created just for the story - whether it’s Walter showing up in the 2011 movie and sticking around from then on, or the truly horrifying little baby Ghost of Christmas Past in The Muppet Christmas Carol, you can always expect new puppets in a new Muppet production, Baldur’s Gate would be no different! it keeps going for a while, i’m sorry

Keldorn - Sam the Eagle

i can’t

Jan Jansen - Rowlf the Dog Rowlf already tells silly jokes in long stories, I can practically hear Jan’s stories in his voice. Edwin Odessieren - Pepe the King Prawn Pepe would do Edwin’s parenthetical grumblings perfectly. Ajantis Ilvastarr - Link Hogthrob Link has plenty of experience playing a cop with a lot of bravado. It’s a shame that no one’s there to save his bacon in Windspear. rip, bud Nalia - Drew Barrymore This one’s a given lmao Aerie - I’d say Camilla the Chicken but Camilla has wings Viconia - N’Bushe Wright For Viconia you need an actress who can do both intense competence and a little bit of fragility. It doesn’t hurt that she was great in Blade as the hematologist who cured vampirism in a week, and by casting her and Kate Beckinsale as Bodhi, the imaginary producers of this imaginary movie can milk the intrigue between the Shadow Thieves and Vampires to hop on into the dark fantasy genre taking Hollywood by storm in 2004 (the year I seem to have decided this movie was filmed. Haer’dalis - Sgt. Floyd Pepper Floyd is nothing if not a bard. He thinks a little too highly of himself, talks a hell of a lot, and is a flirt.

Antagonists

Sarevok - Uncle Deadly He's the big bad in the first arc, but ultimately, when his quest for power fails, and he spends a little vacation in Hell, he can come back to life and if he is shown kindness, he sees the error of his ways, and can be redeemed. He's still a muppet - he doesn't have to be pure evil. Jon Irenicus - David Warner Gotta be. Bodhi - Kate Beckinsale I think this is hilarious.

Charname

charname is played by a human! I think the casting is determined a lot by what kind of playthrough it’s based on! because I’m in the middle of a chaotic neutral playthrough, and given the era I’ve decided this is being filmed, I’m really feeling eliza dushku for this lol

#oh damn i forgot to include korgan #korgan is animal #and anomen is fozzie bear or something #baldur's gate #bg1 #bg2 #muppets #the muppets #jaheira #khalid #imoen #minsc and boo #edwin odesseiron #jan jansen #keldorn #sarevok

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jdopes-recorder · 1 year

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Ok imagine felix taking you out to an expensive restaurant (crack)

Btw, my first long post of these things so feedback will be appreciated <33

He told you that he was just taking you for some ice cream

You dress up moderately cuz it's just ice cream

Then he drives right past the ice cream shop and you're like "dude wha-??? "

He drives a bit more and stops in front of a fancy smazy restaurant and gets you out of the car

You're all "LIX YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME LOOK AT HOW I'M DRESSED😟"

And he just gives you his blinding heart melting smile, apologizes and tells you that you look absolutely beautiful and stunning in anything

Safe to say you're all 🥺🥺 and blushing but still a little frustrated

Then you get the menus and you see the prices first obviously and-

HOW CAN ONE PLATE OF FRIES BE 200 LIKE DAMN DO THEY SPRINKLE GOLD ON IT?!?

After a bunch of complaining from you, he makes you order whatever you want and says that he wants to do this for you

And you're like "I love you sm boi but seriously wtf"

You get some noodle thing you can't pronounce but sounds fancy cuz you shouldnt really just get a burger in such a place

You get the fries cuz... Fries

Turns out that noodle thing wasn't all that great and was a little spicy but hey, the chicken in it was pretty good and you got a chance to make a bbokari joke that wasn't taken so well oops-

Then you watch (deathstare) him eat his pasta and prawn until he notices and gives you some cuz he's sweet like that

WHY IS HIS FOOD SO MUCH BETTER

His food is now yours.

You look at the deserts and there's this 70% pure chocolate cake and you decide you'll split that

It looks a lot smaller than expected *cough* that's what she said *cough*

But then you take a bite and it tastes like a cocoa bean took a shit in your mouth, in a good way..... You get it

It's so chocolatey that you feel lowkey sick

You give the rest to him and wonder how he can eat that much of it without feeling sick cuz it's THAT sweet

He takes some photos of you while you die of embarrassment cuz people are looking at you like 🫤

Then you happily take pics if him cuz he's stunning and beautiful and perfect and so freaking adorable you just wanna squish him and stuff him in your pocket like your own personal ray of sunshine and lucky charm

Then you tell him how bloated your tummy is and you don't like it 🙁

And hes all "THAT'S SO ADORABLE AND SQUISHY I LOVE IT STAWPPPP" and will later proceed to take a nap on it like it's his very own pillow

On the way back y'all keep singing(screaming) your fav songs and may have gotten too into it that it almost became a little concert

You finally get to the dorms where you'll be staying the night and you can hear the screaming and chaos from outside

You open the door and see minho chasing hyunjin with tissues in his hand again, chan with his earphones on his laptop (you swear you're gonna steal it someday), han stuffing his face with cheesecake, changbin watching some workout tips videos, seungmin just reading his book and jeongin watching a marvel movie while silently judging them all

The moment he notices you hyunjin runs and shields himself from minho behind you just in time to avoid getting his mouth stuffed

They're all like " HELLO ANYEONGHASEYEOOO" in Jackson style

Then hyunjin is "you guys went and ate at a fancy restaurant without me :((" And starts getting teary and dramatic cuz is he hyunjin if he doesn't?

And lo and behold, from your bag you pull out.....

THE NOODLES YOU DIDN'T LUV AND ABANDONED FOR LIXIE'S FOOD

Cue the praises and crying of joy from hyunnie

They all dig in and kinda like it but they all agree that it was stupidly expensive and you look at Felix like, " SEE BISH I'M RIGHT "

Channie decides to try some and becomes as red as an angry white man in the summer and runs to the kitchen to get milk (that yo daddy never came back with but dw Chris is bringing some for all of y'all)

And then all of you sit down and finish watching that movie with innie and you complete the lines with them cuz you a marvel fan✨

You say goodnight and head to bed (except channie and you are so close to dragging him by the hair and tucking him in bed agressivsely but with lob)

As expected, lixie uses ur tummy as his pillow and is out like a light

You just stare at him like "JLKFHSYFKGHDJH HE'S SO PRETTYYYY" and play with his soft beautiful hair and go to dreamy land

Tagging @sparkystraynger cuz she asked for it and has practically sold her soul by doing so *insert evil laughter*

#made this quickly so not reread at all #yes. i did go to an expensive restaurant today and got spooked by the prices so i did this #stray kids #skz #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz fluff #skz crack #felix imagines #felix fluff #felix crack #skz headcanons #felix headcanons #skz drabbles #skz scenarios #felix drabbles #felix scenarios #skz soft hours #~bell writes

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queer-adhd · 1 year

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I'm usian so feel free to yeet this ask, but all the food in the memes against British food reminds me so much of the food I had growing up in a rural lower class poor as fuck neighborhood, the beans on toast, lots of beans, etc, are poor staple foods where I'm at, and it seems in the UK too, and I'm really sorry that y'allz have become the butt of stupid as jokes,

Thank u and thank u for the cat pic!!!

I got the chance to go to an exclusive (govt workers only) middle class but w low prices grocery shop recently and it had a 5L tin of baked beans in it that are absolutely not available for most poor ppl. I bought it of course: it was less than £4 for 5L of beans! That's so much protein sugar and fat.

It was reduced BC the store also sold tagine paste and organic chickens and prawn souffle and I couldn't afford those but nobody wanted the beans or the frozen meat (they aren't as nice) so I got both lol. The beans are normally £3 for 1.5L some grocery stores no longer carry the main brand BC it's no longer affordable.

It's fucked up that i could (BC of inherited privilege of being related to a govt worker who could con me into the store) get this shit for so cheap when multigenerational families with so many more mouths to feed could use it. I'm going to make a chilli and try to feel ok abt it.

To clarify: I genuinely think that ppl with govt jobs who work should have good food for their families. I just don't think that people without shouldn't. I think it's fucked that even our staples have become unaffordable for most.

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buffetlicious · 3 months

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Another fast food joint that targeted this Lunar New Year is Pizza Hut Singapore. They called theirs Hu-at! Cheong Gai Pizza which blends the nostalgia-inducing and ravishing flavours of prawn paste sauce with tomatoes, an array of cheese plus umami-rich and juicy chicken bites!

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Bought a large Hu-at! Cheong Gai Pizza at 50% off (S$20.45) and a regular size Hawaiian Pizza (S$14.90) as Pizza Hut no longer sells the Seafood Deluxe pizza. Beside the umaminess of the prawn paste chicken, the pizza also carries a mild spiciness which goes well with the creamy cheese. Too bad it will not be available in the regular menu after Chinese New Year. :(

Selected images and video courtesy of Pizza Hut Singapore.

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I feel like Yelena in the stepmom AU! Cracks after a week because she misses her girls so much. And she tries calling only to find out Kate blocks her on everything and realizes that oh, she really fucking hurt Kate, and not only did she hurt Kate, but she hurt Ri, and it’s one thing to hurt Kate but to hurt Ri puts her on a whole nother type of shit list, but we also know this woman is determined and will even send a carrier pigeon if it means getting some morsel of acknowledgment from the woman she’s head over heels for. And I can see her sending letters every week and post cards and photos of her life in Russia because even though yeah she fucked up, Kate was still her best friend. And I can see Kate throwing away the first couple because she’s so mad but then when it’s late, and she’s had a couple glasses of wine and Tom has been sent home after doing his due diligence, she’ll read them and cry and curse Yelena and apart of her wants to unblock her and message her and tell Yelena that she misses her. But she doesn’t because she’s stubborn and hurt and angry, so instead she collects the letters and post cards and photos and sticks them in a drawer that she goes through late at night when she really misses her. And I feel like Ri “accidentally” discovers them. But because Ri is smarter then your average bear, she’s not about to let her mom know, so instead I can see her dropping hints about how much she misses Yelena and how much she wants to talk to her and how she wishes there was a way she could talk to Yelena before Kate finally relents, unblocks her and messages her. And of course you’ve got Tom who’s trynna to keep his family together and maybe he’s trying to get Kate knocked up again because he’s petty and just wants them back

Damn papi knows how to create that good drama! How does yelena come back from this?! How do they end up getting back together?!

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Can we get Santa Papi back? She’s much nicer than that heartbreaking angsty mess you just dragged us by the hair through! I missed your writing but damn did I forget how much you make it hurt too. Guess we’re all a little S&M up at the ranch, huh? 😂 Could you please patch up our wounds a bit and share how Yelena wins Kate back? I can’t imagine Yelena’s return and apology tour going too smoothly. Does Ri forgive her easily or is our little menace a grudge holder?

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Ooh it’s getting good!! What happens next?? We allowed a part 2?? I have so many questions

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Kate chops vegetables for dinner while Ri sits on one of the tall breakfast stools, working on homework while humming a song.

A knock on the door. Kate knits her brow. She was surprised to have a visitor. She heads for the entrance and caresses Ri's cheek before placing a soft kiss on the crown of her head as she walks past her.

"Honey, that looks like chicken scratch. Start over."

"But mom..."

"Erase it and start over."

"UGH!"

Kate swings the door open and her older sister stands on the other side.

"You never come over unannounced unless someone died or...yeah, the only time you've ever come without calling was when Aunt Stevie choked on prawns, so who was it?"

Susan snickers.

"Can we talk?"

Susan glances towards the kitchen, where Ri sits. Kate understands and walks in that direction. Susan follows suit. When she enters, Ereka lights up.

"Suzu!"

"Hi baby bear! What are you working on?"

"My letters!"

"Those look AMAZING!"

"See, momma! My writing is good."

"Lying won't help her get better, dude."

"Honey, why don't you go into your room and finish this there?"

"I'm fine here, thank you."

"I posed it as a question out of courtesy, but it actually wasn't."

Kate tells her firmly.

"Living in this house is like living in a dictatorship."

"When you contribute to the bills, we can have a discussion about transitioning to a democracy."

Kate banters back instantly.

"SO UNFAIR. THIS HAS TO BE A VIOLATION OF MY HUMAN RIGHTS!"

Ereka exclaims dramatically as she hops off the stool and stomps to her room.

"I know. The utter torture of having to trace the alphabet in the comfort of your private bedroom. A crime."

"Are we sure she's five?"

Susan asks, chortling at the display between the two.

"I check her birth certificate regularly to make sure I'm not remembering wrong, but I guess she is."

"Then are you SURE she's Tom's?"

"Has crossed my mind too, but yes. Trust me. It's a mystery how that perfect little thing is something the two of us made...What is it? What do you want to talk to me about?"

After a concerningly long beat, Suze speaks.

"Your girlfriend called me."

"Far as I know I don't have a girlfriend."

"Apparently you blocked her on everything."

"Funny she would call you now, two months after the fact and not me before she fucking picked up and fucked off to the other side of the world."

Kate scoffs.

"She sounded pretty broken up."

"Good."

"She wants to talk to you."

"Tough fucking luck because I don't wanna talk to her. I want nothing to do with her. Nothing."

"Is that what you want me to tell her? That you don't want to hear what she has to say? That you're not at all curious about her reasons for leaving and if she's now trying to make it right? Because the Kate I know is much too curious for that and it would eat her up forever if that's what I told her but...if that's what you want me to do, I'll make the call right now."

"Tell her I said she can shove her excuses and explanations up her..."

#another one of those couldnt help myself #this doesnt answer ALL the questions and doesnt answer all directly #but also not all hit the narrative im trying to tell so i got as close as i could with what the story was giving #us leeway for #im going to sleep for real now #at 11am -_-#kymau #kymaup #anonymous #answers

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ineffectualdemon · 2 years

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Success!

Kiddo unlocked a new food!

Kiddo has major sensory issues with food but has been slowly expanding their diet over the years and especially the last year

Now it's really important that you understand that we don't force Kiddo to try new foods

We offer and make suggestions based on things they already like but we do not force them to eat it and we always have a back up safe food if they don't like something or don't want to try it

About a year ago Kiddo asked to try more foods from around the world. They wanted to try things from other cultures because "food from other places tends to be better"

So we signed up for Simply Cook because for all the food subscription services this one was most adaptable to Kiddo and worked better in regards to my health as they send herb mixes and pastes and oils but not any other ingredients

Since then we have tried a lot of recipes and most of them Kiddo has either liked or could eat but wouldn't have again and I think only 3 that they just couldn't eat

But today was a big one because almost all the recipes up to this point had chicken as a base because that's the meat Kiddo likes the best

Today though we had Thai Red Curry with prawns. No chicken in sight

Kiddo picked this meal to try! I was really proud of them!

And not only did they try the curry (from my bowl first to make sure they wanted their own bowl full) but they also tried one of the precooked prawns before we added it to the curry

And they liked it!

They liked it both in the curry and on its own!

Which means we have a new protein that Kiddo will eat! And that's huge!

Thats two new proteins in the last year! (they also discovered they quite like tofu when it's cooked in a sauce)

I'm so proud of them for wanting to expand their palate and choosing to try new foods when I know that can be really hard for them

And I'm delighted they found so many new flavours and foods they enjoy

#food #tw food

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guardianreadersofthegalaxy · 8 months

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If I were on the Off Menu podcast:

Still or sparkling water: Still, obviously. Sparkling water tastes rank. One time when I was a kid, a friend's mum gave me sparkling water that had gone flat so I couldn't tell it was sparkling. I couldn't swallow it so I just spat it out all over my pizza.

POPPADOMS OR BREAD?!?!?!?!: Usually I'd say bread - something a bit oily with olives in it and big flakes of sea salt - but I've got a big meal planned and I don't want to fill up. So i'll have a single poppadom and some mango chutney.

Your dream starter: This is kind of academic because I'm ordering small plates, but the first proper dish I want going in my mouth is boquerones en vinagre. It's fresh anchovies marinated in vinegar and oil and seasoned with garlic and parsley and the best boquerones are made in Cambio De Tercio, a tapas restaurant in South Kensington. And to accompany that, I'd like a cold glass of gazpacho (cold tomato soup). I had this a lot in Cádiz and it's the most refreshing thing.

Your dream main course: Ok, deep breath... I want the crunchy prawns we had at my wedding, the potatoes with aioli I ate in Valencia, an Insalata Caprese (tomatoes, mozarella & basil) made by my dad, deep fried courgette flowers, a small ramekin of my partner's courgette carbonara w. homemade linguini, grilled halloumi from Bar Mezze (a greek restaurant in Muswell Hill my family used to go to before it closed), taramasalata, tzatziki, baba ghanoush (cod roe dip, yoghurt/cucumber dip & smoked aubergine dip) and a big Turkish flatbread for dipping and sauce moppage.

Your dream side dish: Again, academic because of the small plates but I'll go for the broccoli w. garlic and chilli from Boulangerie Bon Matin in Finsbury park. The broccoli's nicely grilled and not too oily or salty and the chilli gives it a real zing. Also, in my fantasy, my partner's sat across from me eating the wood roasted chicken from Moro in Islington and she's giving me little forkfuls to try.

Your dream dessert: I'm not much of a dessert person but I'd never say no to a slice of my mum's chocolate birthday cake. It's nothing fancy (though the layer of grated dark chocolate over the top is a classy touch), but it's as delicious now as it was when I was a kid.

Your dream drink: So before the meal even starts I'd like a Lychee Martini at the bar. Then with my boquerones, I'd like a glass of Pegoes, a Portuguese wine we had at my wedding that has an interesting banana-y taste. When the small plates arrive, I'll move on to a 3/4 pint of Mythos, a Greek beer perfect for hot days and oily food. Then with dessert I want a little glass of Sauternes, my favourite dessert wine. Then, if it's lunchtime I'll just have a homemade filter coffee, with plenty of milk.

Your dream restaurant: I'll stick with the Mediterranean theme and imagine myself in a seaside town, where it's hot but you're cooled by the breeze and you can see the boats bobbing in the bay. Occasionally a moped revs past but otherwise all you can hear are the other diners and the waves lapping against the harbour. That, but with comfortable chairs!

#my post #off menu #off menu podcast #james acaster #ed gamble #food

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faithhopeloveandtherapy · 1 year

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This is what I’m mainly living on here for lunch and dinner. I’m adding a big handful of spinach and some cooked chicken or king prawns to each one. They feel like good nutrition and also really tasty - and no washing up at the end! Life without an eating disorder is so much easier. I cannot tell you how complicated meals like this would be in the past, I would have had to buy all my ingredients from scratch and then I would have got tied in knots in the supermarket agonising over whether to buy various other things. Even now, I still decided not to buy myself certain snacks because I didn’t trust myself to eat them sensibly and even though i would be ok with eating them like that, I know I would not feel good afterwards. Anyway, I love these, and although I never find them quite filling enough on their own, with a few additions they are great.

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angel-petals · 1 year

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to taste:

味わう（あじわう）

味見する（あじみする）

味がする（あじがする）

食べる（たべる）

飲む（のむ）

経験する（けいけんする）

food vocabulary

1. 食べ物たべもの tabe mono Food

2. 日本料理にほんりょうり nihon ryouri Japanese Cooking / Japanese Dish / Japanese Food

3. 朝食ちょうしょく chou shoku Breakfast

4. 朝御飯あさごはん asa gohan Breakfast

5. 昼食ちゅうしょく chuu shoku Lunch

6. 昼御飯ひるごはん hiru gohan Lunch

7. 夕食ゆうしょく yuu shoku Dinner

8. 晩御飯ばんごはん ban gohan Dinner

9. 夜食やしょく ya shoku Supper

10. おかず okazu Side Dish

11. お八つおやつ oyatsu Snack / Refreshment

12. 弁当べんとう bentou Box Lunch

13. 駅弁えきべん ekiben Train Station Box Lunch

14. 御飯ごはん gohan Meal / Cooked Rice

15. 刺身さしみ sashimi Sliced Raw Fish

16. 寿司 / 鮨 / 鮓すし sushi Sushi

17. 天婦羅てんぷら tenpura Tempura / Deep-fried Fish and Vegetables

18. 牛丼ぎゅうどん gyuu don Rice topped with Beef and Vegetables

19. 親子丼おやこどん oyako don Rice topped with Boiled Chicken and Eggs

20. 天丼てんどん ten don Rice topped with Deep-fried Prawns & Fishes

21. 鰻丼うなぎどん unagi don Rice topped with Glaze-grilled Eel

22. 鰻うなぎ unagi Eel

23. 豚カツとんカツ tonkatsu Pork Cutlet

24. カレーライス kare- raisu Curry and Rice

25. 鋤焼きすきやき suki yaki Thin Slices of Beef cooked with various Vegetables in a Heavy Iron Pan

26. お好み焼きおこのみやき okonomi yaki Thin and Flat Pancake cooked on a Hot Plate with bits of Meat, Seafood and Chopped Cabbages

27. 鉄板焼きてっぱんやき teppan yaki Grilled Meat cooked on Iron Plate

28. 焼き鳥やきとり yaki tori Grilled Chicken / Broiled Chicken

29. 蛸焼きたこやき tako yaki Octopus Dumpling

30. 焼きそばやきそば yaki soba Pan Fried Noodle

31. 餃子ギョウザ gyouza Dumpling stuffed with Minced Pork and Vegetables

32. 茶碗蒸しちゃわんむし chawan mushi Steamed Egg Custard in Tea Cup

33. しゃぶしゃぶ shabu shabu Japanese Style Hotpot

34. 味噌みそ miso Miso / Bean Paste

35. 味噌汁みそしる miso shiru Miso Soup

36. ラーメン ra-men Ramen

37. うどん udon Noodle made of Wheat Flour

38. 蕎麦そば soba Buckwheat Noodle

39. 餅もち mochi Sticky Rice Cake

40. 餡パンあんパン anpan Japanese Bun filled with Red Bean Paste

41. 牛肉ぎゅうにく gyuuniku Beef

42. 豚肉ぶたにく butaniku Pork

43. 鶏肉とりにく toriniku Chicken Meat

44. 羊肉ようにく youniku Mutton / Lamb

45. 魚さかな sakana Fish

46. 海老 / 蝦えび ebi Prawn / Shrimp

47. 蟹かに kani Crab

48. 豆腐とうふ toufu Tofu / Bean Curd

49. 卵たまご tamago Egg

50. 食パンしょくパン shoku pan Plain Bread / White Bread

51. 玉葱たまねぎ tamanegi Onion

52. 胡瓜きゅうり kyuuri Cucumber

53. 醤油しょうゆ shouyu Soy Sauce

54. 酢す su Vinegar

55. 山葵わさび wasabi Japanese Horseradish

56. 油あぶら abura Oil

57. 砂糖さとう satou Sugar

58. 塩しお shio Salt

59. 胡椒こしょう koshou Pepper

60. 調味料ちょうみ

りょう choumi ryou Seasoning / Condiment / Flavoring / Spices

Japanese English

1. yasai Vegetables

2. daikon raddish

3. nasu egg plant

4. nin jin carrots

5. bareisho(jagaimo) potato

6. satsuma-imo sweet potato

7. negi onion

8. tama-negi onion bulb

9. nin-niku garlic

10. kyuuri cucumber

11. kyabetsu cabbage

12. kabocha pumpkin

13. tomato tomato

14. kinoko mushroom

15. toomorokoshi corn

16. sato-imo taro

17. mame beans

18. daizu soy beans

19. shooga ginger

20. takenoko bamboo shoot

21. niga-uri bitter guard

22. horensoo spinach

23. seri parsley

24. hakusai chinese cabbage

アスパラ asparagus

おくら okra

かぼちゃ pumpkin

きゅうり cucumber

ゴーヤ bitter gourd

ごぼう burdock

さつまいも sweet potato

しいたけ shiitake mushroom

じゃがいも potato

ズッキーニ zucchini

だいこん Japanese radish

たまねぎ onion

ちんげんさい bok choy

トマト tomato

なす eggplant

にんじん carrot

ネギ leek

にんにく garlic

ピーマン green pepper

ブロッコリー broccoli

まいたけ hen-of-the-wood

モロヘイヤ Egyptian spinach

ルッコラ arugula

れんこん lotus root

#food #たべもの #vocab

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EXO D.O.: Dish of love

Characters: U x Ksoo Genre: Chef Ksoo, cooking competition, fluff Description: You met ksoo at a cooking competition, falling hard and fast for him. But will the both of you end up tgt?

“Kyungsoo, the leek and onion also needs to go in right?”

You sat across the kitchen counter looking at Kyungsoo — pan in one hand, ready to start the stove… with his (definitely) semi prepared ingredients.

Turning his head, his little confused frown morphed into a silent exclamation when he saw his unchopped onion and leek.

‘Oh right! I forgot’ and you facepalmed yourself on his behalf.

He got right down to it, chopping the onions as skilful as can be. Someone needs to tell you how to stop getting butterflies over that forearm and skilful hands.

Needless to say, being neighbours doesn’t help your feelings tame themselves either. Not sure if it’s a blessing in disguise or just Cupid fooling around with you.

You and kyungsoo met at an overseas mini cooking contest (which is having the semi finals this week) and happened to be partners for a couple of preliminaries. Although kyungsoo was abit shy at first, you guys hit off incredibly well the moment pans and knives fell into both of your hands.

And as the magic of the universe does it, you ended up being neighbours with him after your previous rental ran into some problems.

He’s quiet, endearingly slow-witted, adorably determined and surprisingly full of hidden manly charms. Just mere 8 weeks together was enough for you to fall hard and fast for him.

The semi final of the cooking contest was this week and you, Kyungsoo, Jinki and Mabel were the only ones left in the game. To sharpen your skills ahead of the semi, kyungsoo and you have volunteered to be lab rats for each other. Friendly rivalry~

‘Ok ok, its done, its done. Try it’

You picked a well flavoured looking chicken piece off the plate and savoured it thoughtfully.

‘Kyungsoo if you’re cooking for a friend this taste fantastic. But for a cooking show… its nothing special’ you commented

‘Ahh.. you’re right. I actually came up with this recipe on my own, so i thought…’ he trailed off with a small little pout that did not manage to escape your sight

‘Actually why don’t you try a creamy version…’ and here goes another night of R&D for the both of you.

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‘And you have 15 minutes left!’

The judges shouted above the clanking of pots and slamming of oven doors.

You’re almost done with your dish, except for the pasta which will be cooked in your special sauce.

You quickly grabbed the strained pasta you left aside, but in a split second they were all spilled over on the ground.

‘Omg, I’m so sorry!’ Mabel exclaimed.

‘Why did you have to run!’ you were frustrated and in absolute panic

‘Now what ..’ you started, but kyungsoo who was using the cooking space behind you both interrupted

‘Y/N just get over it, it’s already spilled. There’s no time for you to be upset’

You glared at kyungsoo, easy for you to say.. But he was right anyway, you clenched you teeth and swallowed your rage. What the heck could you do to replace your pasta? You glanced around a magical drop of inspiration and noticed mabel herself also prepared pasta. Surely she wouldn’t mind giving you some at this critical juncture?

Mabel caught your eyes and it was as if she heard your thoughts. She reached for her pasta bowl and smiled at you.

Except that she went on to protectively dumped all her sauce over it.

WOW.

Someone needs to tell you more about how to pull the hair out of an evil wench.

In the end kyungsoo offered you his sushi rice which completely didnt go well with the prawns and paste you prepared. And with much anger and disappointment you lost your chance to finals to mabel. Who o-so totally deserves it.

The moment the judges called for a wrap for today. You took off your apron, and threw it on your table right in the face of mabel. The audacity of her to act like she didn’t see it and ran up to kyungsoo straight and ask to have a taste of his dish.

You left the kitchen straight to cool off and Jinki followed you out and offered jokes and comfort so you would at least feel better before going for the semi-finals party.

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At the dinner, mabel and kyungsoo sat together, being the stars of the night. You really have nothing against that, only that mabel wasn’t acting quite right ?

You never noticed before, but it does seem pretty obvious now that mabel likes kyungsoo. All the occasional touching and that voice that goes up a few pitches just for him. Wrapping meat for him in lettuce when he didn’t even ask for it.

It was almost absolutely unbearable to be sitting opposite them. Watching that little thief who just took your podium spot about to steal your guy. Can’t she tell that kyungsoo obviously hates the touching? But oh gawd, maybe kyungsoo does enjoy the feeding.

You dunked down 2 shots and tried to ignore those two.

But the night only got worse. In her tipsy state, mabel very smoothly took the chance to lean herself on kyungsoo. You sucked in a deep breath of annoyance, perhaps sensing you were about to reach your tolerance limit for the day, jinki whispered in your ear to take a breather together outside.

Without hesitation, you drank a whole mouthful from the bottle before getting up. The amount you drank tonight was enough to make you lose your balance just a little as you stood up.

‘Ya ya, y/n. Don’t drink so much if you can’t ’ kyungsoo took the soju bottles in front of you away from across the table and his knee-jerk reaction almost shook the leaning-tower-of-Mabel off her seat. Jinki caught you and you watch kyungsoo catch mabel, to stop her from falling.

You ignored him and thought to yourself ya stay with mabel the whole night then, traitor. And you went out to sit by the bench outside the restaurant with jinki.

‘Honestly, y/n if you like him so much why don’t you just tell him? I think he likes you too.’

Shocked you looked at jinki ‘i was that obvious about liking him??’

‘No girl, but the two of you have that couple chemistry. You know what i mean? Everyone has been wondering if the both of you are together. Perhaps that’s why mabel decided to make her move since the both of you aren’t really progressing.’

You sighed and jinki laughed at you, putting his arms over your shoulders.

‘Comeon, its not that tough! just do it tonight y/n, if he says he doesnt like you just blame it on the alcohol and pretend you never said it.’

Ok, he has a point. ‘But i dont know how the start , omg.’

‘Simple does it. ‘i-like-you’, give it a try. you can look at me and practice now’

Giggling, you looked at jinki, and put on a straight face ‘ i...like you’, but somehow the situation just felt funny and the both of you started laughing.

‘ah, i dont think i can do it. Anyway i’m gna go home, im tired and not really in the mood to be watching a kdrama inside. Help me tell the rest alright, and thanks for being the best confidant jinki.’

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ksoo’s pov

‘ah thank you, you don’t have to wrap it for me’ he gulped down the vegetable wrap and tried to put some space between him and mabel. Mabel’s proximity was making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

is y/n still affected by what happened in the afternoon? she doesn’t seem to be in a great mood.

He wanted to give the meat he was grilling to you, but jinki beat him to do it. Was there something on between the both of you ?

He saw jinki following you out after the competition today. Surely to comfort you.

Only now did he realize he had been stuck with mabel ever since the competition ended. What a friend he was to not give word of concern at all.

He can’t help but noticed that you were drinking alot today, frowning, wanting to tell you to slow down but he just kept hesitating about doing it. what a loser kyungsoo.

While he was trying to adjust mabel’s leaning body on him, he caught, from the corner of his eye, jinki whispering in your ear. He can’t help but turn his head to stare at the both of you.

The next moment you were both up and you lost your balance. Worried for you he took the bottles away from your area ‘ Ya ya, y/n. Don’t drink so much if you can’t’

You gave him such a hateful look it caught him off guard and his eyes travelled to jinki’s hands that were steadying you, on your arm and waist.

he was sure 10 minutes had passed and the both of you were still not back. strangely anxious, he kept looking over at the restaurant door and wondered where the both of you had gone. he couldn’t wait a minute longer and headed out after ignoring her whining asking him to stay.

‘i.. like you’ he heard your voice, and just right in front of him the both of you were seated, back facing him.

he felt his heart drop and immediately turned back into the restaurant. Did he just lose his chance with you? did you really like jinki? was it all in his mind? he thought you liked him too.

all the thought ran through his head at a speed of 200km/h. he had originally wanted to confess to you after the competition, so there wouldnt be distractions or burdens when the both of you face each other as rivals.

he slowly sat back down on the table, and poured a shot for himself.

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It was past 12am and the door bell rang, who could it be at this hour?

You opened the door to find kyungsoo standing in front of you.

‘Are you okay? You left early without telling me, just wanted to check in on you’

Though you have sobered up a little you are still in no mood for a decent conversion.

‘Yeh I’m fine’ you relied and stared blankly at him

‘Uhm..’ you knew he was searching for something to say as he reached to scratch the back of his head.

‘Okay then rest well, come over I’ll cook you hangover soup tomorrow’

You shared an awkward moment with him by looking at him and simply giving a nod as a reply, and just as he started walking away

‘Do Kyungsoo’

You opened the door and called out, and he turned on his heels taking a step toward you

You felt a rush of adrenaline as you impulsively wanted to do what you’re about to do next. The power of alcohol pumped through your blood like a charge of courage. And without thinking, you pulled right at his jacket’s zipper, closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his.

It lasted a second or two before you pulled away. Your heart beating fast and you bit on your upper lip. What’s going to happen next ?

Stunned. Kyungsoo fumbled backwards just ever so slightly as you let him go. Eyes wide, staring at you, at the air, whatever. And you figured it’s now or never.

‘I like you’

But his expression remained the same and you couldn’t make out what was he thinking. The both of you stood there for maybe 20seconds maybe a minute but it felt like forever right there and then.

Your heart dropped ever so slightly as the adrenaline faded at the moment of uncertainty

‘Whatever Kyungsoo’ you reached to close the door

‘Wait’ his hands are now holding onto the door, opposing your motion he pulled it back open

‘Me ? Not jinki?’ He asked

‘What?’ You blurted out absolutely confused but answered

‘Yes you’

With all seriousness still on his face, Kyungsoo took a step right into your apartment and closed the door behind him.

‘Thank God, y/n’

And before you knew it, with the brightest smile, his hands was on your face pulling you in for a deeper kiss.

#exowritersnet #kyungsoo #exo #exo d.o.#exofanfic #exo fanfic #exo fluff #exo scenarios

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