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mintmatcha · 2 days

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Inevitable Things: chapter five

Aizawa x reader fic

cw: cisfem reader, no quirks, office au, miscommunications, slow burn. full tags available on AO3 (linked in masterlist)

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Fridays are the only day you carve out time for lunch. Less than coincidentally, Fridays are also the only day lunch is catered.

“Here-” Izuku jams his bowl of take out into Katsuki’s face. “Does it smell like there’s peanuts in here?”

Bakugo Katsuki, Izuku’s fiance, is only half as ornery as he looks. A premature wrinkle has formed in between his brows, a sign of his almost constant annoyance. His straw colored hair is a sharp contrast to his deep red eyes, currently narrowed in disgust.

“Get this shit out of my fucking face,” he groans. “I’m not a fucking allergy alert dog-- I can’t smell peanuts.”

“To be fair-” Ochako interjects through a mouthful. She’s the opposite of Katsuki: dark hair, round eyes, a smile so sweet that it makes your teeth hurt. Her cheeks are always flushed, spots of broken blood vessels spattered like freckles. “Peanuts do have a smell.”

“Did you ask him to smell for penis?” Denki says, too loud to be genuine. “Kind of homophobic to ask a gay guy that.”

Both men give him identical deadpan stares.

“That’s just his fucking country-ass accent.” Katsuki brushes Denki off and turns back to the curly haired man. “Why would chicken have peanuts in it anyway?”

“The o’l.” Izuku stresses.

“The what?”

“Some places use peanut o’l.”

“Say oil.”

Izuku sneers a bit in return, smoothing out the curves of his accent. “Oy-I’ll.”

“Jesus christ, I’m marrying a hick.” Katsuki leans back in his chair and meets your eye with a jerk of his chin. “Can you believe this?”

You snap back into focus. Your own lunch is untouched, fork still in its little plastic wrapper. Hunger nips at your stomach, but nausea wins over today. The cafeteria isn’t very busy, but in the next couple minutes everyone will start pouring in. The lot of you arrived early to get the best seating-- a little couch and coffee table in the corner, a perfect place to eat and people watch.

“Oh, yeah, uh- Izuku, they have an allergen free option.”

“Well, yeah, but-” He tilts his head as he talks, watching you with those wide, green eyes, like he sees something just below the surface. “It doesn't have chicken-- are you good?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” Katsuki fingers a piece of Izuku’s food and pops it into his mouth, much to the man’s dismay. “You’ve been making that sad little face all day.”

You pout a bit harder at that. Shit-- you thought you were being subtle. You haven’t been able to walk this whole Aizawa thing off yet, despite all of your attempts. No amount of emails, meetings, and other petty office bullshit managed to distract you from the absolute shock and humiliation of… whatever that was.

Embarrassment.

Embarrassment? You’re certainly not the prettiest girl in the office, but embarrassing? That makes your gums ache, like a punch to the nose, and it makes you feel dirty, like the fall to the ground afterwards.

“You’re doing it again.” Ochako points to your face and it’s apparently sadness. “What’s going on?”

You hem a bit, before condensing it the best you can.

“I’m having issues with a guy.” What an understatement.

A collective glance is shared between the group.

“Touya again?”

Again, Touya haunts a room he’s never been in. You debate what to say. If you admit to it being someone new, they might start sniffing around and jump to conclusions-- though Aizawa would certainly be the last assumption they would make, you still can’t risk it. Besides, you don’t need a gaggle of 23 year olds dissecting your every move. They’re going to jump to some stupid conclusion, like you’re dating Toshinori, if you aren’t careful.

“Yeah, it’s Touya,” you lie, as sheepishly as you can. “Oops.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” Katsuki rolls his eyes so hard that you imagine his brain must hurt. “Again?”

“Shh, just tell us what happened,” Izuku urges, elbowing his partner rather sharply.

“I don't know where I stand with him. It's so-- Ugh, I thought things were going to start going well and then it was just ice cold.” You press your palms into your eyes and sigh. The pressure feels good and helps with the remnants of your hangover. You need an electrolyte drink, stat. Maybe another fucking drink too. “And I’m not even sure why I’m surprised because it’s ice cold a lot.”

When you look up, Ochako is offering a hand, palm up and open. When you take it, she giggles a bit, squeezing gently.

“I think you need to prioritize yourself.”

Denki nods in agreement, cheeks stuffed with food. He’s finished his meal and started stabbing bits of yours. You just push the whole bowl towards him in defeat and slump down into the couch.

“Stop giving men who treat you poorly the time of day.” Ochako says. “When you let them in again and again, you’re basically, like, giving them permission to do this stuff.”

“Yeah!” Denki says through a mouthful. “Cut that fucker off! Don’t even talk to him!”

“Oh, I dunno--” You glance between them. “I think that’d be mean.”

Conflict makes your head spin. It’s so much easier to roll over and take whatever people give you, negative or otherwise. It’s what made your relationship with Touya work-- and it’s what’s allowed you to stay in this job for so long.

“Good!” Denki says. “He deserves it.”

“You deserve to be a little mean and a little angry when people treat you poorly.” She smiles again, wider this time. “Grow some balls. Stand up for yourself.”

“Yeah! Balls!” Denki agrees.

You suck on your bottom lip and turn the idea over in your head. Are you even angry at Aizawa? Or just hurt and confused? Right now, those things may as well be the same thing-- they certainly burn the same in your chest. Cruelty isn’t your usual indulgence…

But it’s someone else’s.

“What do you think?” You turn to Katsuki, who’s been scrolling through twitter for a bit now. His face doesn’t change when he speaks, locked into a general annoyance.

“I think you should kill that fucker.”

You turn to Izuku, the rational one of the couple. He shrugs, straw in mouth and completely unamused.

“Oh, I also think you should kill him,” he says, tone matching Katsuki’s.

Not helpful.

“Listen--” Katsuki leans forward, elbows on his spread knees. He uses a fork to articulate as he speaks. “I’m the expert on being a cunt-”

“-we don’t use that word!” Ochako grimaces.

“And it’s the most freeing and addictive thing you can be.” The tongs of the fork point directly towards you, as sharp as his gaze. “More people should be cunts more often. The world would be a happier place.”

Ochako gasps. “I don’t agree with that at all!”

“Oh please, miss goody-goody,” Katsuki sneers. “You wouldn't need to go to kickboxing five times a week if you let your anger out day to day like a normal motherfucker.”

The girl of the group puffs out her cheeks, but does not argue back. Izuku pats her shoulder affectionately. His food is still untouched, but his free hand guards it from Denki.

“I'm telling you. Try it out. You’ll like it.” Katsuki leans back into his seat. “Or don't. Your life.”

“Question-” The other blonde pipes up. “Did you, like, do something?”

“Kaminari!”

“I mean, like, was there a catalyst?” “A fight or a date or-?”

You know exactly what drives Touya away everytime, but Aizawa is a new beast. Did you breathe wrong or--

“Oh, I uh,” A realization hits you. “I ignored a couple texts, I guess.”

Suddenly, you’re very aware of the outline of your phone and how it presses into your pocket. If there wasn’t a chance of you flashing the group pictures of their boss, you’d check it immediately, but you can’t mentally handle the risk.

“What an overreaction,” Ochako sighs. “Dump him forever and move on-- Mr. Hizashi and his wife-”

“We aren’t like that.” Ugh. You love Hizashi, but the trio relationship isn’t your speed. “Besides, I don’t like blondes.”

The two toe-heads of the group roll their eyes in a practiced synchrony. Ochako’s smile changes a little bit, something tighter and brighter; is she excited that you aren’t interested? Interesting and a bit gross: she’s too young for that. They’re more than ten years older than her-

(How old is Aizawa? He went to school with Hizashi, so he’s at least 38-- but you could have sworn there were whispers of his fortieth last year. You’ll have to snoop.)

“We’re in agreement. Be a cunt, move on. The end.” Katsuki turns away from you, done with this topic. “Izuku, just fucking eat it already.”

The boy takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his curly hair. “Well, alright, but if I get hives, you’re the one who has to deal with me.”

…

Be mean.

You’re written it on a sticky note and placed it under your computer monitor, like some sort of fucked up mantra. The mere idea of it feels antithetical to who you are at your core; you enjoy helping people, you love making the world better. That’s why you work like a dog for the company-- you know it’s improving the lives of its customers. If Toshinori wasn’t sick, you know he’d be doing even more too.

On the other hand, being nice has led to your own detriment many times. Touya has hurt you, your parents, and now even Aizawa. And you can’t even blame Aizawa, can you? Texting him was your mistake--

You rest your forehead against your desk. There’s still a sticky spot from when you spilled your coffee yesterday. God, yesterday feels so close and yet so far away. How does a man yoyo between yelling at you, sending you his weiner, then telling you that you’re embarrassing? The idea of ‘always wanted you’ goes flying out the window.

Just as you try and put yourself to work, you hear it. The familiar lopsided stomp. Fuck, it’s him, probably looking for his afternoon coffee. He’s been by much less than usual, a fact you’re very grateful for, so you haven’t even thought about the pot since before lunch. You glance over and see it’s empty. Crap.

As you start to get up, the sticky note catches your eye again. Be mean. That’s right. Why are you popping out of your chair for this, this, this--- total fucking cunt? Your chair squeaks with the force you sit down with. You try to embody Katsuki with your face - furrowing your brow and yet keeping your mouth unaffected-- and your worst nightmare turns the corner.

You keep typing and hope Aizawa doesn't notice that it's the same words over and over again, hit in the same rhythm. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. He waits a long moment, then clears his throat louder. You don't gift him your attention until he grumbles something under his breath, shifting his weight on to his other leg. Just as he begins to say something, you interject.

“I had more important things to focus on,” you lie. “You can figure out how to brew coffee, Mr.// Engineer.”

You throw in that last bit without thinking, but the bite rolls so easily off of your tongue. It’s nothing like your usual tone, but it feels so, so right. From the corner of your vision you can see his literally reel back, blinking hard,

“That’s how it’s going to be?”

You don’t respond. P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l P-e-a-n-u-t-O-i-l. Your fingers shake from the adrenaline boost. Ochako was right; don't even give this man the time of day.

“It's going to be like that?” He yanks the pot from its stand. “Fine.”

You have to muster all of willpower not to grin as he starts slamming open the drawers and scrounging around for supplies. It takes a whole ten minutes before he presses brew, then another five before the pot is almost half full. The whole time he grumbles to himself, leaning his whole weight against the flimsy table.

This is good. Too good. The vindictive rush of power feels almost sexual in the way it satisfies. Teeth dig into your lip as you hold back a smile even harder.

Embarrassment? You'll show him what embarrassment really means.

Finally, he pours himself a cup. He doesn't fill his thermos nearly as much as he normally does, most likely trying to leave as quickly as possible. Just as he starts to turn, you get up out of your chair and walk over. You take one of the little disposable cups from the stack and take your time adding three sugars and two cream, each one at a time, as he lurks there. Then, you pour the coffee, thick and oddly gritty into your cup. You finally meet his eye when you take a swig.

Aizawa’s face is set hard, small eyes narrowed even tighter. His lips are screwed up with annoyance, wrinkling his low bridged nose. Pissed would be an understatement. Just as you brace for another yelling match, he turns away, marching down the hall.

“Enjoy the fucking coffee.”

Oh, Katsuki was right. Being mean tastes good.

….This coffee, however, does not.

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weebsinstash · 11 hours

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I've been having a lot of FOOD based ideas for Alastor recently, because cooking and eating in general can actually be VERY personal, intimate things, so here's a bunch of concepts all at once

- I keep thinking of ideas where Reader's hotel room is set up like a studio apartment and you have your own little kitchen in there and ideas stemming from that where Alastor likes to pop in and see what youre cooking and, semi occasionally give critique you didnt ask for but is sometimes actually super helpful

You know, I've had a whole "hotel having group meals" thing and I just picture there are specific nights or times where everyone has the option to gather for some home cooked food, but Alastor refuses to participate because Lucifer is the one cooking, so he's wandering the Hotel until he smells something absolutely delicious, and he finds you cooking in your room, and him visiting you starts becoming a regular thing. He just suddenly appears two feet behind you without warning, "SO! What's for eatin' tonight?" with his Cheshire grin while you give a startled shriek and he potentially has to keep you from spilling or breaking whatever you're holding

- I've been learning how to cook more things and, since it's, you know, LEARNING, I have to look up and double check a lot of stuff, which I use my cellphone for, and I can imagine Alastor HAAAAATING this. You're telling me you've got this intelligent, distinguished gentleman chef right next to you and his nosey ass peeks over your shoulder to see you Voogling "how to cook rice"???? You'd rather use that blasted device than ask your deer friend? He'd be kind of offended actually. Just one of those things that makes him click his tongue at you and pat your head like you're so pitifully helpless, how are you EVER going to be able to care for yourself if you overly rely on tech so much? Guess he'll just have to use this as an excuse to become a mentor to you--

- so, you know, I'm gonna come right out and say I have some, vaguely disordered eating habits, and I can just picture Alastor having some uh, feelings about if his dear Reader wasn't eating properly. Like, this is a Louisiana man from the deep south who's probably grown up on all kinds of soul food and delicious but soooo unhealthy meals where the focus is really more on if it fills your tummy and tastes good, so like... imagine he's been dining with you and getting closer to you and he pops in on you one day, "hey hon, what's for lunch today?" in his typical joking self and you're just like, "oh actually I'm on a diet so I'm fasting right now :)". Pandemonium.

Like literally, Alastor is deriving so much comfort and entertainment from your food and getting to spend time with you and even just chat with you while you cook even of he isn't hungry, and one day he hears your stomach growl and he asks you when you ate last and "oh I had a breakfast sandwich yesterday morning" and you act like that's totally normal that you're standing there borderline salivating from hunger and he can HEAR your tummy growling and you're just "oh my gosh I'm so happy I've been losing so much weight! This new diet is really working for me ^^"

- honestly I keep thinking of. Alastor with a BBW or just plus sized person in general and he loves how big and soft and cuddly you are and you bake all kinds of delicious treats and snacks to spoil him with and he gives you hugs like he did with Mimzy so you can really SQUEEZE his lanky scarecrow ass up against your plush body, BUT I also him in this scenario personally detesting when you start dieting, because in this scenario you're basically becoming kind of orthorexic, fasting, limiting what foods you eat and how much, eating foods with very little caloric value in high amounts. He can't share meals with you anymore. You don't cook the foods he likes anymore. You're becoming obsessed with diet and exercise but you're not even consuming the right combination of nutrients to properly and healthily lose weight and build muscle so you're just, slowly becoming weaker and more malnourished like LITERALLY becoming significantly more unhealthy trying to diet than what you were doing before

I just picture it gets to the point where Alastor literally forces you to eat. I'm talking you're bound in a chair, he's sitting across from you, and there's a hearty meaty bowl of stew in his hands as he raises a spoonful up to your mouth. You're crying and whimpering over how this will make you gain weight and being forced to take bites and, something about this meat tastes a little unusual as Alastor starts talking about, "lovely ladies such as yourself need more iron in their diet to stay healthy"

- I know I keep thinking of Alastor cannibalism ideas in a horror context but I've also thought about Reader CONSENSUALLY engaging in cannibalism. Like. Alastor comes to visit you one day and he can tell something has happened to you. It's all over your face: dour expression, dead eyes, low voice, just more withdrawn. You're cooking some kind of meat in a way he would consider almost experimental, as if you're not used to preparing this dish before, dont know how to season or flavor it. I think he would be able to tell by the smell what it is but I like to picture he's in peaceful ignorance until you quietly set down a plate in front of him and one for yourself as you take a seat with him and you just, quietly glance from him and the food and start talking,

"I, uh... was drinking with a friend of mine, a male friend... JUST a friend, and, I, I thought he was really nice, and, funny, and, I caught him trying to put something in my drink, so," and you look up at Alastor after you finish chewing a bite,

"Does he taste overcooked to you?"

And Alastor just gets this BIG smile, ears twitching happily, so thrilled for multiple multiple reasons, "oh hon, he tastes DIVINE, you really outdid yourself❤️❤️❤️"

- I will say though an idea I keep coming back to actually involves Rosie! You've been cooking with Alastor for weeks and, one day he shows up with company! I think it would actually be quite flattering at first: Alastor brought a friend to eat with you? And she's like, an important person? So... you're friends then? He likes you enough to bring his buddies around and introduce you? And of course, Rosie is an absolute delight, loves your cooking, loves your jokes, adores you, tries to chatter and pry all kinds of juicy details and gossip out of you, just a friendly chatty Cathy

Unbeknownst to you, some of the meat Alastor occasionally provides has been different types of Sinner Demons and one day Rosie comes to stop by where you're staying and, you're absolutely hysterical, in a rage, and Rosie has to ask Alastor, "oh, what's wrong? What's with all the tears, hon?"

"She doesn't like eating Hector."

"But she LOVES eating Hector! She loves how all his cartilage and fat cooks down!"

"She :) may or may not have been aware she was eating Hector"

"ALASTOR >:("

But Rosie is also too attached with you at this point so, you know, they'll ""apologize"" for not informing you you've been eating like entire fucking people, but, they're not uh, they're not gonna stop coming around. Like can you picture they come to visit you days later like it's nothing and you don't come to the door and they "invite themselves in" (alastor may or may not have copied your key, not that he needs to but it's more formal than using his magic to break in) and your fridge and pantry have been completely cleared out of every single ingredient and cooked meal, like you couldn't trust a single fucking thing, not even the bouillon cubes, and they find all your lovingly cooked meals that the two cannibals loved to eat with you, rotting in a garbage can outside. Not that they're gonna dig shit out of the trash or anything but like imagine them BEING ANNOYED that you've wasted perfectly good food. Not just your money, but, sweetie, all your hard work :'(

- also, final one. Circling back to the "you cook in your hotel room but sometimes Lucifer serves group meals" idea, imagine Alastor eventually really does something to piss you off and, he's coming to join you for dinner and there's already other people there, the whole Hotel actually, INCLUDING Lucifer. And I just. Oooo I picture the jealousy, like EXTREME JEALOUSY where you're turning and asking Lucifer how to do certain things and teach you and you just seem so much more COMFORTABLE around the tiny devil over the cannibal and Alastor is grinding his teeth while you're talking, "Alastor doesn't like tea so, I guess you and I get to have all this sweet tea I made for ourselves" and Lucifer just, "oh gosh, I'd never pass up on something YOU made. I've been having a lot of fun teaching you stuff and cooking more! You could even call us," *looks DIRECTLY at Alastor* "best friends >:)"

ALASTOR GRINDING HIS TEETH TO DUST, stalking up to the two of you, twisting and snapping his neck to tower over Lucifer, "may I SPEAK with you PRIVATELY for a moment" and Lucifer just, "uhhhhhh, no? I'm helping her finish food for everyone" and then the little fallen angel turns his head towards you, "oh no, don't cut that like that, you might hurt yourself!" And he slides up next to you on a stool or uses his wings and, he's MUCH touchier than Alastor so the stag is like VISIBLY UPSET as Lucifer gently puts his own hands over yours, "here, place your fingers like this and cut in this motion--" AND WHAT'S THE WORST IS YOU DON'T SEEM TO MIND LUCIFER TOUCHING YOU, like. Alastor is about to start full blown tantruming on a room full of people. Charlie is inviting him to come and sit down while Husker knows the Radio Demon well enough to see he's about to pop a blood vessel and prompt excuses himself from the room to avoid what will surely become a physical altercation

God forbid, Lucifer says some shit like, "you know, your cooking reminds me a lot like my third wife's" and you're just "oh, you got married a third time???" And here's the Devil, SHAMELESSLY "oh, not yet ;)"

Yeah, I'd say a pretty big fight would break out after that

#yandere x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #Lucifer x reader #hh #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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ghu-leh · 2 days

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♡♡ Indulgent Secondo HCs - Food related (because I truly believe this is one of his main ways to connect with loved ones ;-;)♡♡:

An excellent cook - he will create the most delicious dishes with the most high quality ingredients he is able to choose. Even if he gets his meals from the ministry's kitchen, he highly prefers to cook something for himself at the end of the day, if his energy allows it. It is a way for him to let loose and relax.

One of his favorite date plans is having his loved one visit his chambers after a long day at the ministry, in order to prepare a special meal together. It's a way to express his love and care for his beloved. Nurturing and, to a degree, seductive.

Pampers his lovers by having them sit on his lap to feed them, letting them try whichever dish he ordered for himself, dessert, and having them drink from his own glass as well. It's all part of his courtship.

Naturally, as a lover of the good cuisine, he will be picky about the restaurants he takes his dates, friends, or anyone for that matter. This does not necessarily mean he requires to go to an expensive restaurant; in fact, he prefers family owned places that are at a walking distance from the ministry. The welcoming and cheerful atmosphere of these places make him feel quite at ease, and he is always greeted with a smile by the owners that are well acquainted with his favorite dishes from their menus. They're always more than happy to make some small chat with Papa about the ministry's current affairs.

Absolute favorite customer of all the nonne that own these cute restaurants! If he or his beloved have leftovers to take home, they will always add a little extra. They think he's too skinny, so he better eats more!

All the Papas, as good Italians, are quite sensitive to the crimes committed against their traditional cuisine by the rest of the world; yet Secondo tends to be the most vocal and most honest about it. "Madonna mia!... Spaghetti with ketchup?! Pineapple on Pizza?! Cream on Carbonara?!?! are you trying to kill me, piccola? This is the equivalent of you spitting on my tomb!"

The following day he sends you a whole lunch box with freshly made food and a note that says "You're not allowed near the stove for the rest of the week - P.E II"

His favorite dessert is affogatto ('to drown') - an ice cream and espresso combination that mixes all sorts of flavors and textures. Hot and cold, bitter and sweet, black and white. Much like himself...

#the band ghost #ghost the band #papa emeritus II #papa emeritus secondo #Secondo #II #hcs #ghuleh writes #i know i'll get fire for this but i think pineapple on pizza is great #(and i know he would kick my butt too)#(and I know my Italian friend would kick my ass as well)

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f1llover · 1 day

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DATE NIGHT - PEDRI GONZALEZ

summary: Pedri has the day off and decides to take his girlfriend on a date

warnings: none

I wake up to the sound of Pedri's alarm clock at 6:00am.

"What time is it?" - I mumble into my pillow, feeling the bed shake.

"6am, mi amor. I have to go" - Pedri replies, after giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I hear the sound of running water and rub my sleepy eyes. I lie there a little longer until Pedri comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist

"Where are you going?"

"I have training at 8 o'clock" - my boyfriend goes to the closet and starts putting on his training clothes.

I let out a grumble and bury my face in the pillow again.

"I thought today was your day off"

"No, baby. It's only tomorrow. Are you going to stay asleep?" - he comes closer, sits down on the bed and strokes my hair

"Yes, please. I'm tired" - I turn my head towards him, seeing him smile

"It's okay, I have to go. I'll see you at lunch" - I feel his kiss on my cheek

He gets up and I close my eyes, hearing the bedroom door slam before I fall asleep.

12:00am

I was just finishing setting the table when I heard the front door open. I smile when I see Pedri walk through the living room to meet me in the kitchen.

"Hello, mi amor"

I leave a kiss on his lips and he goes down to my neck

"Pedro…"

He brings his hands to my ass and gives it a smack

"Hey!"

"Sorry! I've been wanting to do that since this morning" - he lets out a laugh

I smile at him and give him a weak slap on the arm.

"Sit down, lunch is ready"

We start eating and chatting normally until he looks at me intensely

"What?"

"I want to take you on a date"

I raise an eyebrow and look at him a little confused

"Why?"

He shrugs his shoulders and puts down his cutlery

"I miss spending time with you."

I smile at him and nod

"Okay, that sounds good"

After lunch, we cleaned up the kitchen and spent the day watching movies. At 6pm, Pedri and I start to get ready. I put on a new red dress and put on some makeup. I look in the mirror and see Pedri looking at me with his mouth slightly open. I let out a laugh and he comes closer, hugging me from behind and wrapping his hands around my belly

"You look so beautiful! I want to rip that dress off your body"

"No! We have a reservation at my favorite restaurant"

Pedri grumbles and walks away to let me finish my makeup. We walk to the car together and on the way to the restaurant Pedri puts his hand on my thigh, stroking up and down.

When we arrived, the waitress took us to a slightly more private table.

"What would you like to eat?" - Pedri looks at me through the menu

"I'm undecided between the pasta Bolognese and the lasagna" - I whisper, looking between the two foods on the menu.

Pedri lets out a laugh and puts his menu down on the table, taking my hand and stroking it.

"I'll order the lasagna"

Pedri nods and takes our orders. We laughed and talked all through dinner, as we hadn't done for a long time. We left the restaurant holding hands and laughing.

"I've missed this" - I say, approaching him as we walk to the car

"Why didn't you tell me? We could have gone on more dates more often"

I shrug and as soon as we reach the car he opens the door for me. When my boyfriend sits down in the driver's seat, he takes my hand and I answer his question from before.

"You were always very tired with the games and your injuries so I didn't want to put my things on you"

His smile drops a little and he squeezes my hand tighter

"Amor, we're a couple. My problems are yours and yours are mine, so when you want to do something, just tell me and I'll do it."

I smile at him and press our lips together.

"Te amo, Pedro Gonzalez"

He smiles at me and gives me another kiss

"Te amo más, mi diosa y/n /y/sn"

He starts the car and on the way I realize that he wasn't going home.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise"

I lean back in the seat and, as his hand is on my thigh, I play with his fingers. He parks in front of the beach and I smile, quickly getting out of the car

"The beach! My…"

"Favorite place, I know."

He finishes my sentence and I hug him while he leaves a kiss on my forehead.

"Let's go for a walk"

I nod happily and we walk hand in hand along the sand, listening to the sound of the sea and our footsteps.

"Thanks for tonight, Pedrito"

I use his nickname and he smiles at me.

"Thank you for accepting a busy man like me"

I hug him from the side as we walk

"I would always choose you, busy or not"

We smile at each other and stare out to sea, watching the sea crashing against the rocks.

#pedri gonzalez #pedri x reader #pedri x y/n #pedri x you #imagines #barcelona #barcelona boys #pedri #gavi #pablo gavi #fermin #fermin lopez

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obstinaterixatrix · 2 months

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Also it looks like I’ll be taking ex-coworker out for pho this weekend, she’s never had it before :V if I’m being evil and strategic, I won’t tell her that it’s a cash only place so I can pay her back for the burger. but I suppose the fair thing to do is give her autonomy and fight over the bill on equal terms rather than having an unfair advantage.

#my ramblings #tbh it’s been pretty easy to cut takeout out of my spending habits #because I kind of hate ordering delivery #the food prices are jacked up AND you have to pay and tip the driver AND the food isn’t as fresh #I’d rather eat at a restaurant as a treat or eat with friends if it comes down to it #and also food is so expensive in the usa #I used to think a reasonable amount to spend on lunch was 10-15 and a reasonable price for dinner was 20-25 #nowadays the prices aren’t that…#any time I see the price of a cucumber roll I wince #that guy used to be $4 tops what do you mean it’s being sold for $5-6 #also also I never trust delivery from a restaurant I haven’t been to #in fact I barely trust delivery from a restaurant I *HAVE* been to #there’s a place that only does hash browns for the breakfast menu #like grated potato hash browns #I love when the potatoes are grated. I hate grating potatoes for hash browns but it tastes so good.#ANYWAY I paid the STUPID upcharged price for delivery #and it came COLD #so fucking mad. I’ll never order delivery from that place again.#I’ll go to eat tho I haven’t been there in a while #it’s a little fancy. not like folded napkin fancy but farm to table fancy.#eating out at a restaurant last weekend was like ‘yeah I do enjoy this :) especially going to restaurants I enjoy :)’

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e77y · 2 months

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Turns out sometimes the solution to ruminating in your bed is to get out of bed and eat some potato chips

#I was trying to make it stop by doing schoolwork #but obviously that was ineffectivr #so I’m just going to eat some chips and chill for a little while until I feel well enough to actually. do a good job on my assignments #we also don’t have any actual food in the house lol so I might take myself out for lunch later :)#trying to be positive 🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️🧘‍♀️#life is beautiful and the earth is round etc #wackyposting

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minty-bubblegum · 7 months

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Pookums I really super duper need u to talk to me and distract me from my work

Um um

Anal penetration

#moony 🌕#Very irresponsible of you 🙄#Luckily I really don't have much work to do!!#My grades are good rn but uh #I'm incredibly burnt out 😭#ESPECIALLY WITH ALL THE WALKING I HAD TO DO THIS WEEK SMH IT'S LIKE THESE BITCHES WANTED ME TO GO EVERYWHERE 🙄🙄#at least I got a bunch of free food from people's lunches 😋#No bc I was able to get 2 people's pizza crusts (bc they're weirdos) and eat yummy yummy #Also NO READING THE STUPID ASS BOOK FOR YHOS WEEKEND!!! :D #I read really fast so I was able to complete chapters 7-12 of chasing Vermeer in like 40 minutes (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

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sunnibits · 2 months

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hey hey hey hey you. person with sensory issues or maybe an ed who lives off of chicken nuggets. my fellow chicken nugget connoisseurs can I please provide a humble offering. I have tried several different chicken nugget brands but THESE are the best fucking chicken nuggets I’ve ever put in my mouth. like I know that everyone has different tastes and you may not think it’s that mind blowing BUT to me personally it’s like. what the fuck did they put in those things. when I’m in a good headspace to enjoy food and I eat some of these bad boys it’s like fucking crack cocaine. they are way better than chicken nuggets have any right to be. ALSO ALSO. in case I have not already convinced you. THEY ARE DINO NUGGIES. and gluten free!!!!

just. if you are able to purchase them. I humbly suggest that you maybe give it a try. also pls validate my obsession bc they are my new favorite safe food.

(also the best way to have them is to put them in the microwave for 1 minute and then put them in the air fryer for 12 minutes at 400 degrees F but make sure to flip them over at the half way point so that they don’t get soggy and gross on the bottom)

#like. I feel silly telling everyone how much I like them bc i feel like everyone else doesn’t like them like I do #but jesus fuck they are really so good. utterly scrumptious.#they make me look forward to eating lunch!!!! also they have a rlly good amount of protein in them!!!!!#anyways. this is my humble offering to the fellow struggle girlies and beige food enjoyers #go eat some good nuggies #tw ed mention #tw ed #gem don’t look

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artificial-condition · 1 year

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Lunch for tomorrow ✨

I’m going for a charcuterie theme :)

#food #delicious #lunch #bento #charcuterie #kielbasa #I have been getting Trader Joe’s snacks for my lunches the past couple weeks #Trader Joe’s is close enough for me to be able to go to but far enough to be a treat #and they have so many fun things and they change fairly often so it keeps it interesting #so this week I got crackers; kielbasa; unexpected cheddar cheese spread; a Japanese sweet potato; and tomato red pepper soup #the kielbasa is sooo good #trying to go cheap because I’m so broke #but having food I like and am excited to eat is really important to me #because I find it difficult and tedious to eat oftentimes #so I have to make it good or there’s a good chance I won’t eat or hate eating so much it is terrible #and one of my biggest migraine triggers is getting too hungry. and I’m tired of being in pain #so anyways that’s why I try to pack really fun lunches :)#and make them as easy as possible to eat in the moment (food is washed/peeled/cut into bite sized pieces/only needs to be warmed up)#can’t give myself reasons to not eat #I am 10x more likely to eat an apple if it’s already washed and cut up #and meat if it’s pre sliced/cut etc etc #anywayyyyy my lunch for my second eight hour shift will be a cinnamon butter Japanese sweet potato with tomato red pepper soup and crackers #and of course fruit and veggies for snacking

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twilightarcade · 3 months

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man .

#wordstag #uur not going to believe this but that appointment we scheduled? Yeah it's still happening. What the hell..#I think . They should cancel all appointments forever for me. Because I've been sooooo good like #drinking water. Eating food. The works. Come on now #lil ol me? Going to the doctor? Laughable. We all know that I'm perfectly healthy #I wake up in da morning eat food brush my teeth do fuckall eat lunch do fuckall eat dinner shower then go to sleep. For 10 hours !!!#you can trrust me bro #8 glasses of water. Every day. Yeah I know I'm good; aren't I?#I tthink I need to get my blood drawn too because that was supposed to happen like a year ago 🩸🩸🩸🩸 good thing nothing bad happened #cod it's not even the like. Hey don't eat anything or whatever part . It's just the fact that I have to go. I think they should just #let me ship my blood over. In a neat little vial. I can trust ups with this task #that said we're gonna have to be on our best behavior o7 I'm gonna sleep so good that the doctor will get jealous.#they'll walk in and go wow! That's the face of the most well rested [X] year old I've ever met! I'm proud of you #and we'll pass alllllll the test. Every single onnathem.#we're going to pass with flying colors. And they'll even give me a sticker. That's how good I'll do.#I love trips to da . Dockter. Dockters love me also. Peace and love on planet earth.#doctors office is so fun !

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tariah23 · 4 months

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Fucked up in the crib starving for days because my sister made me come over to her place to cat sit but didn’t leave any food in the apartment for me to eat-

#I’m trapped I can’t go home until she gets back here on Tuesday I’ve been starving since Thursday orz #I don’t have the funds to run around buying shit either I can’t wait to go home and make me a juicy burger #she got mad at me when I mentioned this to her and was like ‘you’re the one who spent $10 on Taco Bell-‘ like man that’s not the point #I shouldn’t have had to spend my last few funds to fill up my stomach anyway when I’m doing you this favor #how do you have someone come over to watch your apartment and pet and not leave anything for them to eat #rambling #she’s bogus as hell for this #on vacation in Vegas rn #it’s more like she can be really irresponsible 😭… she’s not selfish or anything but she can be stupid af #she could’ve bought a loaf of bread and some lunch meat and cheese and I would’ve been good #she mentioned that she was gonna make me some food but didn’t have time #there’s barely anything here to eat or make anyway #she left me a can of soup like what was I gonna do with that 😭#I’d leave now in this - degree ass weather if I didn’t have her keys

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weebsinstash · 5 hours

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You know what I've been thinking about lately? Reader x yandere Japanese coworker who gives you inappropriately elaborate bento boxes

That sounds so ultra specific and you're like "well weeb what do you mean, INAPPROPRIATELY ELABORATE" and like I don't mean there's gold leaf and pearls in there or anything but

Say we have Izuku because he's actually specifically who I've had this idea for. I've been having ideas specifically for a Quirkless AU where you work at a company and you're a grown ass adult and he's like, freshly 20, 21, and he's already a significantly higher position in the company than you. I'm talking one day you start hearing of a new transfer and you're standing at the bus stop/train station whatever to go to work and there's some baby faced young man who is being a little too chatty and friendly with you and you're almost wondering if he's stalking you to work when you find out... He's the son of the president of the company or he's like a few positions below CEO 💀💀💀 you could be like 32 and you've worked here for 4 years and here's this, almost KID making like triple if not even more multiples of your entire year's salary

So you're frugal with your money, saving up for a house or something big, or just straight up in a position that isn't paid very well or, maybe you even have an eating disorder or have a diet where you skip meals, and one day Izuku is doing the thing where he's standing inappropriately behind you to look over the quality of your work on your current task when he hears your stomach grumble and asks if you've taken your lunch yet, and pressures you to go eat, oh "it's our obligation as a company to make sure you're taking your legally mandated breaks :) go take a break, you've worked hard today", and then he's being nosey as fuck about THAT too, snooping to find out what you're eating, maybe even taking his lunch at the same time to try and follow you to where you're eating

Either after finding out you straight up don't eat lunch, or you eat too little, or food that isn't very good for you, one day Izuku is very confidently setting a bento down in front of you, all smiles, so friendly, "I made this for you! I really hope you try some of it!"

I've heard Japanese people say things along the lines of "we don't say I love you but we will ask if you've eaten today" and how in a lot of cultures food is a love language (like how the Mystic Messenger boys would ask if you've eaten?). So. You go to open this lunchbox, having no idea what to expect. And it's. It's not just like, store-bought rice balls, he obviously COOKED THINGS. You open up your bento thinking it's just something easy and simple and it's something like THIS

like. Appreciate the love language that is "cutting food into fun and cute shapes". The man hands you something that took WORK, DEDICATION, FOCUS. There is no point in all the detail besides to make it more enjoyable and he's giving it to YOU. He's handing you an ENGAGEMENT RING OF BENTO BOXES here. And this man is... your boss whom you spend absolutely 0 time outside of work with and you also resent his success 💀

I also see Japanese yandere, specifically in Japan, taking advantage of the Japanese culture of drinking after work. There's real pressure to go to certain company drinking parties, to know how to politely serve drinks to and obey your higher ups, how you'll be ostracized if you don't go when invited, so then you're being awkwardly pressured into situations with a yandere who is trying to make you slip up and let loose little personal details about yourself. So what's your favorite color? Aaa, mine too! I think you said something about growing up innn.... yeah, that was the name, thank you!" and just. Really boiling your frog, you know what I mean? You're getting more comfortable, not realizing the yandere is gradually increasing the amount of alcohol you're drinking and the intensity of their questions

"So, you said you were saving up for a house? Are you going to live there with your partner? Oh, you don't have anyone? Well, surely there was someone in the past, right? No? But... but you're so wonderful, that's so sad! I'm sure someone will come along and, help provide for you and help you settle down someday :) so, what kind of house were you thinking of buying--"

#yandere x reader #izuku x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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