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milksuu · 6 months

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❀. │GIRL DINNER (O2)│. ❀

❥ prompt: You're hungry. You want food. You want a snack. You just want SOMETHING. You send your HEARTSTEEL boyfriend(s) on a food-run adventure. Let's see what each boy brings back. ❥ content/warnings: sexually suggestive themes, fluff ❥ characters/pairings: v!Heartsteel (sett, yone, k'sante) / f!reader

SETT

foot-long sub and gatorade

When it comes to feeding you, Sett isn’t willing to compromise. He goes big, or he goes home. And he’s not going home empty handed.

He Facetime’s you when he’s at the Deli counter of the local grocer, where the sub-meat selection is divine, options are abundant, and the portions are unbeatable.

When you say you want double amounts of meat, you’re getting it. When you tell him you want more toppings, it’s done. Oh, you want your bread extra toasted and slathered in condiments? Baby, it’s yours. No problem—he’s got you.

When he comes home, you get a running head start, and jump into his arms without warning. The man has no trouble catching you, ever.

As he greets your neck with a kiss, you lean and whisper into his soft ears about wanting to ‘share some’ with him. Since Sett has an uncontrollably tendency to go over-board with anything portion related, he’s more than willing to help you out. He understands you can't finish most things by yourself. Especially if he's the one serving you.

You huff with an embarrassed whine, shaking your head. You weren't talking about the food!

Sett finally catches on by the squeezing of your legs around him, the flush of your cheeks, and the hot puffs you tow against his twitching ears. He hums a low and warm grumble at the insinuation. That large hand cradling your bottom squeezes in all the right places. It's enough to elicit a satisfied cry from your lips.

Sett really didn’t come home empty handed. In more ways than one.

YONE

home cooked meal and water

Yone was an expert and perfectionist—especially in the kitchen. Why would he buy you anything processed and unhealthy when he could make anything you desired? He wasn’t going to tolerate you poisoning yourself. Not on his watch.

Insisting on cooking for you, you watched at how meticulous he was in the kitchen. His expertise with a knife was incomparable. You never realized chopping vegetables could be a discipline and an art form.

When he finished garnishing the plate, he served you. If you didn’t know any better, you would think the dish came straight from a Michelin five-star restaurant!

Not allowing it cool, you burned your tongue on your first bite. Yone chastised you (one of his ways of showing affection) before taking the next helping, and blowing away the steam. He raised the fork to your lips.

Yone was always cool, calm, and collected—but would then do things that were heart-pounding, sweet and seductive. You felt silly with embarrassment. You shook your head, declining his help.

Unacceptable. Yone took your chin without a word, pressed his lips against yours, and slipped a tongue to open your mouth. When you gasped a moan, he abandoned your mouth, and placed the food inside. He encouraged you to chew thoroughly, but all you wanted to do was collapse.

Yone was definitely an expert and perfectionist—at driving you absolutely mad about him.

K'SANTE

take-out and bottle of wine

K’Sante was never about the ‘Netflix and chill’ thing. More like the ‘Netflix and serve my Queen’ scene. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

Knowing your favorite restaurant, he orders express delivery and pops the cork off of a pricey bottle of wine.

K’Sante has everything ready for the night. Lights dimmed, scented candles lit, and Netflix show ready to go at the press of a button.

Like the Casanova he is, he serves you everything first. All the while showering you with compliments about how beautiful you are. K’Sante isn’t ashamed of expressing himself to what he likes—which is obviously you.

After eating and having your fill of wine, you relax further into the couch with him. All the while, watching your shared guilty-pleasure reality TV-show; 'Too Hot To Handle'

The wine seems to get the better of you two. Spooning you from behind, you turn over a cheek expecting to see K’Sante watching the TV. Far from it—his lustrous gaze is on you. He graciously takes your mouth. Slow and passionate. And you can taste the spice of the wine.

With eyes closed, you feel his trained hand slide across your waist, and slip between your thighs.

K’Sante wasn’t done serving his Queen. And that’s exactly what he planned to do.

#heartsteel x reader #sett x reader #yone x reader #k'sante x reader #heartsteel #league of legends #LoL #heartsteel imagines #x reader #reader insert #reqs open

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writeroutoftime · 9 months

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Can I request a carmy x reader where they’re dating and carmy blows up at her and he immediately feels bad and tries to apologize and she brushes him off and keeps cooking but gives him the hand signal from s2 and after service he’s a big apologizing mess

pairing: carmen berzatto x reader

words: 0.7k

a/n: anon, thank you for this request! had a little trouble with this one, so I'm sorry if anything feels weird or ooc, but I hope you enjoy! (and if we're saying when this takes place - probably few weeks after the bear has been open, so after the end of season 2 but no spoilers)

oOoOo

It started with little annoyances throughout the day that kept building and building. A late delivery of ingredients, last minute cancellation of a large party, and a call-in sick from one of the new hires. Each new development sent Carmen spiraling further and further, all culminating during The Bear's dinner service.

"Where the fuck are my entrees for table 33?" Carmen shouted, his voice ringing out in the kitchen.

"Coming right up, chef." you called back, plating the dishes as fast as you possibly could.

Order after order came through, all night, and being one chef down meant those left in the kitchen had to pick up the extra slack. But the synergy was off and the moment you stepped back to pour the sauce, someone slammed into you from behind, and the sauce went everywhere but the dish - including all down the front of your apron.

"Chef, entrees for 33, now!" Carm's voice rang out with a notable edge to his tone.

Huffing, you quickly salvaged what was left of the sauce. "Hold on." you grounded out finally placing the dishes next to Carmen, waiting for a server to deliver them to customers.

"What is this shit?" he demanded before you could skitter back to your station. "This is looks completely fucked."

"Carmen, calm down. It's fine." you placated, rushing back to work on the next set of orders, but Carm wasn't done just yet as he let the rest of his day finally boil over onto you.

"No, it's not fine. We need to be better than this." he yelled, stalking towards you. " Don't pull this kind of shit again. You need to be better than this!" he yelled, then scoffed as he headed back to expo. "God, don't know why I hired you." he muttered, pulling out the next ticket.

Though his words were hushed, he might as well have yelled them because the entire kitchen went silent, all eyes turning to stare at Carmen. Yes, it wasn't unusual for his outburst, but he had been doing better at managing his stress and frustration. Not to mention he never spoke to you that way before.

It took Carmen a moment, but he finally registered his words once his brain processed the silence and the narrowed glances his way. As though he had been shocked, Carm jumped back from his station and hurried over to yours, wiping sweaty palms on his apron.

"Hey, y/n, I-I shouldn't have shouted at you like that." he started, trying his best to look you in the eyes.

The only response Carmen received was a harsh chop of your knife as you diced the vegetables in front of you for the next set of orders you needed to finish up. Your own rage boiled inside, but this wasn't the time or the place to deal with it, so you channeled everything into your cooking.

"Seriously, that was uncalled for. I didn't mean what I said." Carmen continued, his voice growing a little more desperate at your lack of response. But before he could speak again, he caught your hand gesture through the corner of his eye.

Taking a moment, you placed your knife down and rubbed a closed fist against your chest. Of course, Carmen wasn't off the hook, but you knew dinner service had to be finished before you could address the line of your relationship that had been crossed. With a half-defeated sigh, Carmen nodded his head, copying the gesture, and continued to call out tickets - this time noticeably calmer.

oOoOo

A few hours later and the kitchen was just about empty. Most of the other chefs had rushed to clean their stations and leave the moment the last order went out. No one wanted to stew in the tension any longer. Though, Tina did offer you a half smile and a comforting touch on her way out.

When it was just you and Carmen left, you kept your head down, scrubbing away at your already cleaned surface. You could hear his footsteps echo until he stood only a few feet away, but you knew he needed to be the one to initiate this conversation.

"Look, y/n, I shouldn't have done that tonight."

"Done what?" you pushed, but Carmy only shook his head, confused and grasping for a response. "You shouldn't have said those words to me, or you shouldn't have shouted at me like that when the rest of the kitchen was also a fucking mess?"

"Oh, um, both." he stuttered out, clearing his throat. Then after a few moments. "I'm sorry, I really am. I just get so caught up in it all, and I know that's not an excuse. I'm going to do better." he promised, fighting back to tears that began to mist over his eyes.

His words washed over you, and you let out a huge sigh. This wasn't the first blowout you'd had with Carmen, and you knew how difficult it could be for him to allow himself to be vulnerable.

"Look, what you said, really hurt, Carmy, but I know you didn't mean them." you began, and Carmen had his own moment of relief when you used his nickname and held out your arms for him to step into. "The Bear is going to be a success, okay? All of us are going to get it there. But, in the meantime, let's find some ways to help us cool down. We're a team right?"

"Yeah, yeah we are." he mumbled against your skin, thankful to be so close to you once more, and willing to do what it took to keep it that way.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto imagine #the bear imagine #rita writes

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in-my-feels-probably · 1 year

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I can’t remember fr 😭 but here’s maybe another idea? Carmenxreader where the reader works as a chef at the restaurant as well and one day when they’re specially stressed out carmy blows up on her face (kinda like how he does to Sydney on ep 7) and she straight up walks out as well, the difference here is that they live together and obviously they can’t exactly ignore each other at home OR as an alternative, he blows up in her face and she has that kinda silent anger that’s even scarier than when someone has a screaming match with you, so when she simply turns around and goes back to work, Carmy is afraid for his life because he can practically see the anger radiating off of her, either one is fine! And ending is up to you! (But make is happy pls because I am a baby and will cry at too much angst :’)) thank you!!

Crash and Burn

Request: Carmenxreader where the reader works as a chef at the restaurant as well and one day when they’re specially stressed out carmy blows up on her face (kinda like how he does to Sydney on ep 7) and she straight up walks out as well, the difference here is that they live together and obviously they can’t exactly ignore each other at home OR as an alternative, he blows up in her face and she has that kinda silent anger that’s even scarier than when someone has a screaming match with you, so when she simply turns around and goes back to work, Carmy is afraid for his life because he can practically see the anger radiating off of her, either one is fine!

Hi! I’m so sorry for the long wait, I’ve been so busy but I’ve got some time now. I’m still getting the hang of writing for Carmy, so bear with me if it’s a little bit rusty. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

(Warnings: swearing, shouting, slight angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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Today was not your day. It wasn’t anyone’s day at the Beef’s, to be more specific.

And to make it worse, you were prepping for a catering event Carmy couldn’t say no to. You needed the cash, and so it had to be done. But—of course—everything had to go wrong, one shitty situation after the other.

First, the meat delivery man dropped off fifty pounds of the wrong kind of meat, which immediately put Carmy in a bad mood. Then, he accidentally scorched the bottom of a pan after he forgot to check it while he was whisked away doing other things, and he had to start his stock sauce over completely. Unfortunately for you, it was a new recipe, and he was the only one who knew how to make it. It set him back at least an hour, and now you were rushing to pick up the slack of his duties on top of yours while he continued his.

It seemed as if everyone was having a bad day. Marcus couldn’t get the consistency of his cake batter right. Richie left his cigarettes at home and was forced to work through his smoke break, loudly griping about it to you while he chopped vegetables. Tina was late to work because of an appointment she had to take her son to, and she refused to cancel it and make another. Not that you blamed her.

You could overhear the phone call she had with Carmy letting him know she was stuck on the L train. When he asked why she couldn’t have just rescheduled, her scolding could be heard even from outside his office door.

“It took me three fucking weeks just to even get the place to answer the phone without putting me on hold, I’m not about to wait another month!”

Carmy sighed, wiping a hand down his face. “We’re really busy today, Tina, if you could just please hurry—”

“Yeah, I’ll tell the conductor to step on it. Give me a minute, kid, I’ll be there soon.”

She arrived shortly after her phone call, making herself scarce when she saw Carmy hunched over a pot, muttering fragmented sentences to himself that would make a sailor blush. You quickly hurried her over, telling her to grab a knife and help you chop.

The icing on the fucking cake—metaphorical of course, since Marcus had yet to actually bake any cake—was the client calling Carmy in the middle of the lunch rush and demanding the event’s catering be pushed up half a day, or else they would cancel entirely and expect a refund. A refund you didn’t have, as you had already spent the moneyt, so you had no choice but to oblige them. Meaning that instead of the extra time in the morning everyone had to prep, they’d instead have to finish that evening. And as if that couldn’t get any worse, Richie was going to have to leave halfway through the dinner shift to go pick up his daughter, which was unmissable.

It would be you, Carmy, Tina, Marcus, and Sydney after the restaurant closed, working overtime and scrambling until you finished.

Although, it was hard to ponder the next few hours when you were up to your neck in to-go orders, wrapping up sandwich after sandwich that Richie was making and sending your way in between taking orders at the counter. In fact, everyone was up to their necks in duties, frantically working and bustling around the kitchen.

“Sydney, I’ll sign the lease to my apartment over to you and my savings account for rent if you take that meat cleaver and hit me over the head with it. If I don’t die, at least I’ll get sent to the hospital and be able to get the fuck out of here,” you groaned, wrapping yet another sandwich and sliding it back to Richie at the counter.

Carmy tsked, not looking up from the now four separate pots on the stove he was managing. “Considering I live there, too, I think you’re gonna have to tough this one out for me.”

“For fucks sake,” you whined, heading into the front of house to grab more wrappers.

Richie patted your shoulder on your way back into the kitchen, chuckling when you glared up at him. In a rare moment of peace when there was a gap in customers, he headed back into the kitchen to help you with the online orders.

“Hang in there, kid,” he said, reaching into his back pocket before he groaned. “Shit, do you have any smokes?”

“Nope,” you replied, immediately souring his relatively calm mood.

“Fuck!”

He then took to angrily assembling and wrapping orders, shooing you away from the to-go station. Not that you were complaining, you could practically feel the anger radiating off him as he worked.

You chose to help Carmy, who looked like he was about ten seconds from a mental breakdown. You rested a hand on his back as you approached him, gently rubbing up and down.

“Where do you need me, love? Can I help?”

He sighed in frustration, shaking his head. “Nah, I’ve got this. Can you help Tina in the walk-in? She’s been in there a while.”

“Yup,” you smiled, hooking an arm around his middle giving him a quick hug, before heading into the back where the freezer was.

When you opened the door, Tina was standing on her tippy toes, trying to put a big container of sauce on the top shelf. You furrowed your brows in confusion, wondering why she hadn’t asked someone a bit taller, like Marcus, to help her lift it up. She’d been gone from her station for what was probably twenty minutes now, and it was hard to imagine her standing like that instead of simply asking for help.

You let the door close behind you, stepping in to help. “Tina, what are you doing?”

“I’ve got it, it’s fine. I’ll be right out,” she replied, taking a step up onto the bottom rank of the shelf.

“Tina—” you gasped, eyes widening.

She quickly turned towards you, one hand clinging to the shelf, the other supporting the container. “Y/N—”

Suddenly, her foot slipped down off the shelf, and she lost stability. The container came crashing down, splashing sauce all over the floor and across your shoes and the bottom of your pants. You quickly jumped over the puddle, offering your hands for Tina to take.

“Come on, then. Get down, I’ll get us a few rags and we can clean this up,” you said, taking her hands in yours as you helped her step down. “We only lost the top bit, I think the rest of this is salvageable. I’ll ask Marcus to put this up on the shelf once we get it cleaned up in here.”

“Damn it,” she muttered, slipping her shoes off at the door so she didn’t track sauce all over the kitchen.

You did the same, opening the door for her. “It’s alright, I’ve done this at least twice since I started working here. Sydney, too. It’s not our fault these shelves are so fucking high.”

Tina managed a chuckle, grabbing the mop bucket. “What a shitty day.”

“Agreed,” you replied, heading over to where you kept the clean towels and rags stocked.

You passed by Carmy on the way, who raised a brow at your disheveled appearance. “Drop something?”

“Not me, just in the splash zone. Don’t worry, I’ll get it cleaned up.”

He was slicing meat now, and he frustratedly paused, setting his knife down. “Which sauce?”

“Uh, the garlic aioli, I think. I’m not sure, they’re all the same color, but it currently reeks of garlic in the walk-in, so I think my guess is pretty accurate.”

“Shit,” he sighed, picking the knife back up. “Could you be more careful, please?”

You raised a brow. “Well, I wasn’t the one who dropped it, but—”

“Yeah, yeah, just be fucking careful, alright? I don’t think we’ll survive any more shit today, we’re barely gonna make it as is.”

You flinched back at his sharp tone and raised volume, trying not to look too affected by his words. Suddenly, Richie called over his shoulder, scolding Carmy.

“Cousin! Be fucking nice, leave her alone. Don’t be a dick, it was an accident.”

Carmy’s face fell as he watched your falter, and he cleared his throat, sniffing. “I’m sorry, I know it’s not your fault. There’s just too much shit to deal with today.”

You nodded and went to grab the towels, circling back by him as you walked past. You spoke carefully, not wanting to make him feel any worse than he already did. You knew he was under a lot of stress and didn’t mean to snap at you, but you’d much rather avoid any further potential snapping if you could, letting him be.

“Take a breath, Carm. We’re gonna be fine, we still have all evening.”

He nodded, mustering up a small smile. “I know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, really,” you said, rubbing his shoulder as you walked back into the walk-in.

Sighing, you got down on your hands and knees and started wiping up the mess. Tina stuck to the higher bits of the shelf that the sauce splashed onto. It took about ten minutes, but you finally managed to get everything up. You wiped the bottom of your shoes last, and then all the sauce was gone. Tina ran a mop through the freezer one last time, and you were finished after you got rid of the dirty rags.

You joined Sydney at her station, tying a new apron around your waist.

“Shitty day?” She asked, reaching for a sharper knife. “Twenty bucks on it getting even shittier.”

You huffed out a laugh. “I’d lose that bet. I guarantee we’re all gonna want to quit by tomorrow morning.”

“Fantastic,” she said, plastering a fake exaggerated smile on her face.

—

The rest of the dinner shift was—as predicted—miserable. Richie practically danced as he clocked out, saluting everyone before running out the back door to his car. Thankfully, he closed the front of the restaurant before leaving, which saved you all an extra half hour.

Everything settled down a bit once you all were steadily working in the back, but you were still rushing to make your new deadline. Everyone stuck to their own stations, in the zone as they worked.

You finished your first round of work, deciding to see if anyone else needed help with getting theirs done.

“Hey, Tina—”

She put a hand up, stopping you. “I’m good, mija. Talk to Jeff.”

“Heard,” you grinned, before walking over to Carmy. “Need me to do anything here?”

He took a breath, eyes scanning over his work before he nodded. “Yeah, uh…I braised the beef earlier. Could you slice it up thinly, and then pass it to Sydney? She needs it for prep.”

“Yup,” you nodded, grabbing a knife and the tray of meat.

You began to make small talk as you worked, first with Carmy, then with everyone else. It was beginning to get late, and you all were a little delirious. Soon enough, the kitchen was full of laughter and scuffling feet as you moved around, telling joke after joke. It was a little loud, admittedly, but everyone seemed to be in high spirits.

“Alright, alright, I’ve got one,” Marcus said, loading a tray into the oven. “When does a joke become a dad joke? When it’s apparent.”

You stifled a laugh as best you could, but you failed when Tina burst out laughing, crossing her legs.

“Stop it, I'm gonna piss myself!”

That got Sydney, who’s laughter was practically echoing off the walls. “That’s some popsicle stick shit right there.”

You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand, tears falling as you chuckled. You could feel the heat in your cheeks as you laughed, your stomach beginning to ache. You looked over at Carmy, and realized that he had stopped laughing. He had smiled and chuckled at the first few jokes, but now he was quiet, working with tired eyes.

“You got any jokes, Carm?” You asked, taking a step closer to him.

“What?” He asked, finally looking up at you. “Uh…no, no I don’t.”

“Oh, come on,” Marcus drawled over his shoulder, turning to look at Carmy.

“No.”

You nodded, urging him along. “Yeah Carm, just give it a shot.”

“No,” he said curtly, turning back to his work.

You gave him a grin, trying to put him in a better mood. “Carm, just try—”

“Y/N! No!” He shouted, dropping his knife on the counter with a loud clang. “Could you just leave me alone for a minute, please? I mean, fuck! What’s with you today? We’ve got shit to get done. Just work! Without all the yammering, preferably.”

“Woah!” Tina shouted, immediately coming to your defense. “Take the stick out of your ass, leave her alone!”

Your jaw slacked at his words, but you quickly recovered, standing up straight. You could feel the ache in your heart at his scolding, and the tinge of embarrassment heating up your cheeks. But you steeled your emotions, setting your shoulders back as you picked up your knife, continuing to chop. You could hear arguing around you, but you ignored it, keeping your head down.

Carmy immediately regretted his outburst, and he would have reached out to you if Sydney and Tina hadn’t immediately put themselves between you and him.

“You alright?” Marcus said quietly, coming to stand by your side.

You nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m fine, I promise. Thanks.”

“Y/N,” Carmy started, and you could see the regret in his eyes.

He dropped what he was doing, trying to come over to you. But you raised a hand, stopping him in his tracks.

“I said I’m fine,” you replied curtly, turning to Sydney. “Syd, I’ll finish slicing the beef so I can give it to you, and I’ll finish up with anyone else who needs me for something. But I’m leaving the second I’m done.”

Sydney gave you a look of sympathy. “You don’t have to, I can finish this.”

“I’m not gonna throw a tantrum and make your job any harder just because I want to leave,” you sighed, throwing a sharp glare towards Carmy.

You could see his jaw clench, and he cast his eyes to the floor. You scoffed, quickly going back to your work. Working as fast as you could, you finished within the next half hour. Walking over to Sydney, you placed the tray of sliced beef in front of her.

“Here,” you groaned tiredly, pinching the bridge of your nose.

She frowned, patting your arm. “Go home, babe. Get some rest.”

“I will, let me just ask Tina—”

“I’m fine,” Tina interrupted, holding her hand up when you tried to speak again. “Marcus, too. Seriously, mija. Go home.”

You finally relented, nodding. “Alright, fine. I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

“Love you,” they called out in sequence, watching you grab all of your things and head for the door.

You called back to them telling them you loved them, passing Carmy on your way out. He looked up at you as you walked past, his face full of regret, and a slight bit of fear. You smiled sweetly at him, making him shift back and forth uncomfortably.

“See you at home.”

He visibly paled, and you choked down a sinister laugh as you walked out the door.

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Hours later, Carmy gently opened up the front door to your shared appointment. He was practically tiptoeing, trying not to wake you up. As he flicked on the lights, he took a startled step back when he saw you sitting on the couch, a book beside you that you had long since abandoned. The TV dimly lit the room, on a low volume.

“There’s leftovers in the fridge,” you said quietly, not taking your eyes off the TV. “Eat.”

You may have been pissed—beyond pissed—but you didn’t want him to starve. The whole day, and you couldn’t remember seeing him eat even once.

“Y/N—” He started gently, but you cut him off.

“Eat…then we’ll talk.”

He sighed, nodding as he walked over to the fridge. After a few minutes of dawdling around the kitchen, he finally joined you, cautiously taking a seat next to you.

You didn’t turn to him as you spoke. “Did you finish? Everyone get home okay?”

You could hear him fidgeting next to you, which led to you finally faltering and looking over at him. The look on his face almost made you take pity, but you waited for him to speak first. He finally did, breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry,” he said, fiddling with his hands in his lap.

You raised a brow, having to urge him to continue. “For?”

“For being an asshole,” he finished, his eyes softening on you.

You nearly smiled, raising a brow. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“You were trying to help, and I was being a dick about it. You were under just as much stress as I was, and it was out of line yelling at you in front of everyone like that. I shouldn’t blow up on anyone like that, but especially not you. I’m sorry.”

“You really embarrassed me, you know,” you said, your voice beginning to waver.

Carmy winced as you spoke, nodding. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry for that, too.”

Sighing, you gently took his hand. He immediately clung to yours, squeezing it as he turned to face you more.

“You could just talk to me,” you whispered, rubbing your thumb along the back of his hand. “Tell me if I’m being too loud, or if you want me to do something else. I just want to help you. We all do. And we can’t do that if you don’t tell us what you need.”

“They all think I’m an asshole, don’t they? I would if I heard someone yelling at their girl like that.”

You shook your head, squeezing his hand again. “No, Carm. They don’t think you’re an asshole. They know you’re under a lot of pressure, and honestly, I think they’d say you’re handling the change of pace really well. Marcus and Sydney would, at least. Not sure about Tina. Definitely not Richie.”

Carmy let out a laugh at that, leaning back into the couch. “Yeah, well…he’s an asshole, too. Takes one to know one.”

You grinned, resting your head on his shoulder. “You’re not an asshole…at least, not all the time.”

“Fuck you,” he spat, although he was grinning, too. “And yes, by the way. We finished up, and everyone made it home safely. It’ll be a long day tomorrow, but we’ve done the hard part.”

You hooked your arm under his, leaning against his side. “I’m glad. It’s good money. We needed this job. Not sure it was worth all the rage, but I’m sure I’ll be saying differently tomorrow.”

“It’ll be worth it,” he said, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you.”

You smiled, grinning dramatically. “What would you ever do without me?”

He shrugged, leaning further into you as he let out a deep sigh. “Crash and burn, probably.”

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

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A/N - Hi! So sorry again for the wait, I hope this is what you were looking for. Let me know what you think! Thank you again for requesting :)

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darth-mortem · 3 months

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Another one small text from my English lessons.

Ghost helps Soap cook dinner. 501 words.

“I hate it!” Soap said, looking at the store shelves.

“What do you hate, Johnny?” Ghost asked. “Vegetables?”

“Cooking!” He answered and rolled his eyes. “But aye, vegetables too.”

Ghost sighed. The undercover mission of 141 seemed easy until it was time to distribute household duties. The unit had to live in one flat with two bedrooms, to keep eye on the target and to organize the normal life. Captain Price drew up a schedule for cleaning, washing and cooking, that the soldiers had to follow. Soap has no problems with all of this except for the last one. It turned out that he absolutely doesn’t know how to cook. He almost started a fire during his last shift in the kitchen, so Price ordered Ghost to help Soap with this.

“I dunno why we can’t just order food delivery!” Soap said, staring at the broccoli with hatred.

“Cause we don’t have such a big budget.” Ghost shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be something complicated, just nutritious and not disgusting. And without fire if it’s possible.”

“Will ye help me?” Johnny asked, made puppy eyes.

“Of course I will.” Ghost answered.

They bought chicken breasts, mushrooms, potato and cheese. Johnny also took a pack of six cans of beer. Then they got into their car and drove home.

“Well,” Ghost said when they were at home. “Go wash your hands, Johnny, and start peeling fucking potato and mushrooms. Then I want you grating cheese. Roger?”

“Aye, Lt.” Soap answered automatically and pouted. “And what the fuck will you do, Si?”

“I’ll fry the bloody chicken chops.” Simon said and took off his balaclava, because there was no one at home apart from him and Soap.

Simon cut the chicken breasts, beat the slices with a meat mallet, stirred eggs with mixer and poured flour into the bowl. Meanwhile Johnny peeled the potatoes and cut his finger.

“I’m broken and can’t continue this fucking mission.” He declared and showed his injury.

Ghost brought him a band-aid silently and covered the cut. Soap sighed, took the knife and started cutting mushrooms and potatoes. Then he grated cheese and put all of this on a baking sheet.

“Did you forget to add salt and pepper?” Simon asked, started to fry chops in batter.

“Oh, fuck ye!” Johnny shouted and started looking for spices in the kitchen lockers.

“It’s good,” Price said when he and Gaz came back from their duty and sat to eat. “But why are the potatoes burnt?”

“Ghost dinnae said that the bloody sheet should be greased with oil.” Soap answered offended.

“Well, burnt potatoes are better then burnt kitchen.” Gaz laughed.

“I hate you so much, guys!” Soap said and pouted. “We bought beer, but you two won’t get it!”

“Hey, don’t be an asshole!” Kyle exclaimed furiously. “The chops are very tasty!”

“Thank you, Garrik,” Ghost answered calmly. “I cooked them.”

Johnny was even more offended, but then started laughing with Gaz and brought beer from the fridge.

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Belong 5

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Pairing: OT7 x reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt /Comfort, Omegaverse

Synopsis: The pack seems to be falling for you but Jungkook doesn't like it one bit. What happens when he learns you are his mate

When Yoongi wakes up on the sofa bed of their home office, he feels a body on lined across his. Wiping his sleepy eyes he notes its Jin.

Jin and Yoongi had bonded well while it might not be apparent to others because they were both shy. There was nothing Yoongi wouldn't do if it meant making Jin smile.

When Yoongi tried to move away Jin whined hugging the beta.

"I have to go to the bathroom hyung" yoongi said softly causing Jin to raise his head. Then he muffled his head in the pillow which were scented by the pack and kept so even if Yoongi who often liked sleeping alone could still be comforted by his pack.

Instead of returning to Jin, Yoongi fixed a quick breakfast for the elder.

Finally Jin awoke to the breakfast in bed. They ate together. Usually they wouldn't do it so as to set a better example for the younger members but today it was just the two of them . Also it was very quiet in the pack house. The older one's though used to and perhaps even slightly fond of the chatter appreciated the peace while it lasted.

Jin decided to play video games. After hell at work video gaming was the best stress buster.

"What do you want for lunch hyung?"

"Dont know."

"What about ramen?" Yoongi asked dressed in an apron one hand holding a spatial and other on his waist.

"The pack is the only men I want" Jin said giggling.

Yoongi shook his head to hide his fond smile and decided to go to Hoseok who was working in his studio.

When Yoongi opened the door Hoseok was busy recording himself wearing earpods so as to not disturb the other people in the house. Yoongi took his time to appreciate his mates moves, until Hobi finally noticed him.

Removing his earpod he came closer to Yoongi.

"Did you want something Hyung." Hobi asked chugging down his bottle of water.

"Lunch.. I'm planning on making ramen do you want some?"

"I'm on a diet it's only chicken and eggs for me... though I'd appreciate a salad." Hoseok replied.

Yoongi nodded already thinking about what to make salad with.

After defrosting the meat and seasoning it Yoongi left it in the oven.

He decided to go check on the vegetables Namjoon had planted in their garden.

The garden definitely needs a trim. He will have to see who would be fit for it.

He dug through the dirt for the carrots. Yoongi also plucked some other greens before wiping his sweat and heading inside.

He quickly got to washing and prepping the vegetables. He made quick work of chopping the greens.

He put down his knife to choose a peeler for the carrots because he had hurt himself last time. But the pack wouldn't have it and 'Let him destroy his pretty hands'. So they made him promise to use a peeler.

"Even if it causes wastage."

"Even then." Jin had said solemnly.

"Don't worry about the peels they make good compost hyung." Namjoon had added.

The carrots were sweet as he bit into them. He wondered if you'd like the carrots.

Jin entered the kitchen and ate a piece of carrot.

"Kookies going to love this." Jin commented.

Yoongi felt a stab of guilt. He had forgotten how much Jungkook favoured carrots since then they would always called him thier little bunny.

Yoongi decided to complete the salad and started looking inside the cupboard for seasonings where he discovered a tin of chickpeas and decided to make Hummus.

The hustle bustle of his house woke Taehyung up, he searched his bed for Jimin but the temperature of the bedding let Taehyung know Jimin hadn't been here for a while. He turned and buried his head on the pillow still not wanting to wake up.

Jimin stood beside Taehyung's mom on the front of Taehyung's parents villa. The two bedroom house was cozy and filled with memorabilia of Taehyung and his family pack. The sunny weather and delivery of cabbages had prompted making of kimchi. Jimin was more than happy to help.

When Taehyung finally woke up, he decided to go to the living room. The sight of Jimin sitting between his family and looking right at home made something inside him warm, what was even better that Jimin was glowing from the praise.

"You're so lucky you have such a good pack omega." His father comments.

Taehyung only nods not ready to take eyes away from his omega.

Jimin notes Taehyung's presence and smiles even brighter, offering Taehyung some Kimchi and even if Taehyung isn't a fan of spice he'd do anything for Jimin. Their relationship was like that from the very beginning they would not expect anything but be willing to move the world for the other.

In the evening they spent time together at the park, swinging and playing on slides and drinking coffee from the convenience store (Taehyung drinks peach tea). Taehyung is pleased that Jimin's mood has remarkably improved. He doesn't even want to think about going back to the mess of the pack house.

"Taehyungie what happened?" Jimin asks concerned. Taehyung realises he had been unconsciously growling.

"Nothing." Taehyung replies. Jimin takes Taehyung's hands in his.

"Talk to me taetae." Jimin says softly and Taehyung thinks Jimin could never know the extent of Taehyung's feelings.

"I just we have to leave tomorrow."

"You can invite your family over." Jimin says almost naively until he hears Taehyung sigh and realises what Taehyung is actually worried over.

But instead of addressing Taehyung concern he gets off the swing and points towards the dumpling selling cart.

"Race you to the dumplings. Loosers going to pay." Jimin says taking off.

"Hey !! No fair." Taehyung says and follows Jimin.

Running and playing with Jimin, Taehyung thinks to himself that he doesn't need to be worrying when he can have delicious hot dumplings and listen to his soulmates laughter.

And it's especially nice to get to eat that last dumpling.

Even if he has stomachache later due to over eating

Suyeon had been going to your house when her pack mom had asked her to look after Jungwon her little brother because she had a doctors appointment and the rest of the pack was very busy.

Jungwon and her had a huge age gap but she still loved her younger brother. Buying baby clothes when he was younger. Dressing him up. Making him bend to her will was all quite fun.

Jungwon too was devoted to his older sister. And the three of you played house and building blocks too when you were younger.

Now you would go cycling together or just to amusement parks but because of college. You had gotten busier so you couldn't make time to hang out.

The knock on your door alerted you to Suyeons arrival opening the door you immediately took Jungwon in your arms. While he had gotten heavier. He still was a baby to you.

"How's my wonie doing?" You coo.

Jungwon starts to ramble about his school showing off the new swan he had made in his art and craft class.

Suyeon used to the scene had taken it upon herself to check out your kitchen for snacks.

" There's brownies I baked yesterday." You inform her as Jungwon decides to use the swing chair and opens his tab.

"Wonie we still have to do your homework later ok."

Jungwon nods only half listening. So you take it upon yourself to check his homework and set it on table so that you could supervise his work without having to interrupt your own.

You and Suyeon were developing the final proposal that you were going to submit to the Dean and to your sponsors. After that Yeonjun and Taehee would be responsible for collecting fees from students and the rest of the finances would be Suho's job.

For the proposal you and Suyeon had scoured a lot of both offline and online markets. Soobin and Suyeon had even gone to visit some of the warehouses and restaurants.

You placed your planner next to computer and made a PowerPoint presentation. Suyeon too helped check and cross check.

In the middle your alarm rang and you made Jungwon open his books to complete his homework.

Soon it was time for dinner.

"What should we have for dinner?" Sooyeon wonders

"This new place opened I got the menu pamphlet. Do you want to check ? " You ask.

Suyeon nods.

"I'm going to have Fish and chips and we will get Jungwon Dino nuggies. What about you?"

"The ultimate Burger sounds nice.. I think I will be having that" you say.

You decide to clear the tables and Suyeon takes one last look at Jungwon's homework and then keeps it inside his school bag.

"It's ridiculous how easy it is." She tells you.

"I'm sure it's tough for him." You reply.

"Yes probably." You both are in the kitchen and Jungwon is watching TV , Suyeon checks if he's engrossed and he is so she turns to you a mischievous smile on her face, one that you've learnt to fear. "So....."

"So?"

"Come on you and Yeonjun have been chummy. Is my bestie going to finally finally have a partner?"

"It's not like that.."

"Look me in the eye and say it." She says.

Luckily the door bell saves you.

"Food's here." You say your voice filled with more excitement than you felt.

Sooyeon eyes you but let's it go.

You lay the food on the table and it's nice not eating alone.

Jungkook had forgotten about his upcoming project for which he had a mere 24 hrs left. It was an important project but Jungkook put it off for later until the dead line was screaming at his face. In his defense the recent tension had made unable to focus but talking to his pack alpha and the rest of the pack had been just the thing he needed. Soon Taehyung and Jimin would come and then after his project they could go on a group activity possibly mountain climbing because nothings better than physical exercise for one's mental health.

About you he still had mix feelings. Jungkook used to be a staunch believer in fate until he had to give up his old family for his new one and because he loved the pack he couldn't let him love you even when you had the sweetest scent he had ever sensed.

He thought about you often more often then he'd like to admit about your smile, about your hands, about how soft you were against him he still dreams about it. He wonders what loving you will be like, how would you react if he kissed you or held your hand, would you like to hug him upfront or prefer climbing his back. Would you like staying in front of his camera or behind it. Would you make cute faces or funny ones to get him to laugh.

A cup is kept on his desk bringing him to the present. Jin puts a plate of snacks to knowing Jungkook wouldn't be moving.

The pack had decided to sleep early because they were going to watch the sunrise tomorrow to enjoy the kast moment of peace before the maknaes came back but more importantly because the maknaes would never let them leave this early and the bed is more inviting and almost irresistible so.

"Here's some coffee. Don't stay up to late. I'm going to sleep. Taehyung and Jimin are coming but they might be late. " Jin told him barefaced and dressed in his favourite blue pajamas.

Jungkook nodded. Jin gave him a smile pinched Jungkook's cheeks and then left.

Jungkook stretched and dived straight into his assignment.

He was highly engrossed in his world when the bell chimed. He ignored it at first but then remembered he was the only one up.

It was probably Jimin and Taehyung forgetting thier keys. They really should act more responsible. He would get extra cuddles for this .. well after his assignment was done.

I'm coming he called out to the dor as he unlocked but instead of his two packmates he came across a little boy.

"Hey little dude what happened are you lost?" Jungkook racked his brain to remember if he'd seen the boy before. He came up blank.

"Y/n Noona sent me. Noona is sick , she fell ... needs help." The kid sniffles.

Jungkook's heart stops. Then he picks up the boy rushes to your house.

You're going to be fine.

You have to be.

Hmm a cliff hanger .. sorry peeps don't worry though we just needed to screw some sense into our kookie

Yes I'm a villainess for ending it there. But hey our dude is coming in terms with his feelings.

Yes I'm very much into eternal roommate Yoonjin and Soulmates Vmin and overall ot7.

to be fair I have struggled writing this and because of other commitments I won't have time to write. I know this is shorter than usual but less update is still update right?

Hope you like it don't be shy in letting me know

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My Problematic Girl - Ch 9 | S.R

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Prologue: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. But his life turned upside down when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

×××

She exhaled the cigarette smoke from her lips. She still doesn’t care even though he told her he has asthma.

She looked at Steve and said, “Bark for me.”

Steve felt humiliated, and his pride was crushed. But she held his life and secrets. He had to bury his dignity to the ground, and he murmured,

“Woof.”

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“You’re not joking.” Y/N was surprised to see Steve come here the next morning carrying his stuff. She didn’t consider him serious about joining her revenge on Solomon.

“You will stay in that room.” She put her reading glass on the documents and brought him to the guest room.

Steve looked around the guest room. There’s a bed, desk, mirror and wardrobe. He wanted to put his outfit inside the wardrobe, but he saw inside there already someone else outfit; for a glance, he could tell it was a male outfit.

Y/N notices Steve's curiosity since he is stuck looking at the clothes. “It belongs to my friend who sometimes sleeps here if he has a hangover. You can throw it if you want.”

‘She has a friend?’

He was surprised when he heard Y/N had a friend. Probably, he has the same personality as her.

After he had arranged his stuff, Steve opened the fridge to put the food he had brought from his place. He was surprised by what he had seen. He’s poor but will try to buy various groceries like meat, vegetables, and instant food. But inside her fridge, there are a dozen boxes of chocolate milk, and who put a box of mac and cheese in the fridge, and there’s nothing in the freezer.

“This is your food?”

Y/N picked one of the boxes “It already has calcium and vitamins. It’s enough for me.” Besides, Y/N doesn’t know how to cook and only orders a delivery, or Tony will send food to her.

Steve shook his head. “I will go to the supermarket.”

Y/N took a $300 bill from her wallet and put it on the table counter near Steve's “Here.”

Once again, she gave him too much money. But this time, he will spend all of it. After she gave the money, she went back to reading a document.

“What are you doing?”

“Reading my client's request.” She answered without looking at him.

“Oh right, you’re a lawyer, the one who does money laundering.” Steve replied sarcastically.

Y/N chuckled. “You’ll be surprised it’s not just me who does this.”

Steve furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “What kind of lawyer who does money laundering?”

Y/N put a finger on her lips. “Cunning is necessary for this business.”

“Y/N you probably will be the only weirdest lawyer I ever knew.”

She giggled without feeling offended. “Glad to be the only one.”

Steve went back after he bought the groceries. This is the first time he enjoyed shopping without caring about money. After that, he returned to Y/N's apartment and started to cook dinner.

Y/N wasn’t keen on Steve's idea, “Just order a delivery.”

Steve was cutting the carrots with a knife on the chopping board. The knife he currently uses is of high quality, different from what he had. He wants to use the kitchen applicants in this apartment.

He waved the knife in his hand. “You just got a seizure; you need to eat homemade food. This time, listen to me; I’m holding a knife here.”

At Steve’s threat, Y/N scoffed, “That was the kindest threat that I ever had from someone holding a knife.”

Satisfied with her answer, he continued cooking while Y/N continued her reading.

After a while, Steve finished cooking. He put the chicken soup and garlic butter salmon on the table.

Before he called Y/N, she was already standing looking at the food. For her, it looks weird seeing someone cooking in the kitchen. Before her parents divorced, only her mother enjoyed cooking. Sometimes, she regretted not asking her mother to teach her about cooking. At least she could learn her mother's recipe.

Y/N doesn’t want anyone to touch the kitchen, but seeing Steve looking excited, she doesn’t want to kill his joy.

Both of them eat the food together. There was silence, but it wasn’t awkward. Because they enjoy it, Steve was impressed with the food he made today, and Y/N, it’s been a long time since she ate a simple home-cooked meal that gave her warmth.

When she stayed at Solomon, she couldn’t eat at all; it seemed like she got a stomachache every day. It is caused by stress. Since then, it’s easier for Y/N to drink milk than eating any foods.

Y/N put down the food utensils. “Thank you for the food.”

Still eating, Steve widened his eyes; he didn’t expect her to say thanks. “No worries. Thank you for letting me use the kitchen.”

Y/N hummed. She carried her plates to the sink and washed them. “I forgot to mention, you could use the kitchen, TV, and the space if you want to paint.”

Steve stared at her. Is it his illusion? Did he just see her being kind to him?

Steve was watching the TV in the living room. He wasn’t interested at first, but he always wanted to know how it felt like to watch a football game on 75-inch TV. When he turned it on, it was marvellous. His eyes were glued to it.

While watching, he smelled perfume from behind; he turned around and saw Y/N wearing a dress for a party. But why she’s carrying a gym bag? It doesn’t go well together.

“I'm going out tonight, don’t wait for me.”

“Where are you going? Don’t forget not to drink any alcohol.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. She closed the door and left. She is always like this, being secretive.

*******

At night, Steve was awake by a sound. It’s not loud, but the sound keeps repeating. He couldn’t recall the sounds, but he felt familiar.

Does it mean Y/N has come back?

He opened the door and saw Y/N sitting in the living room, her hands counting money. The sound he heard was from the money-counter machine. And the gym bag is beside her, but now there’s a lot of money inside the bag.

He rubbed his eyes. Is he dreaming or what?

Y/N felt someone was watching her. She lifted her head, and there he was, her new housemate. He looks dumbfounded, like a lost rabbit who enters the wolf’s den.

“What’s that?”

Y/N stared at Steve expressionlessly. It made him uncomfortable. Is this a borderline he couldn't cross? He should’ve stayed asleep and ignored her.

But then suddenly, Y/N called out his name, “Stevie. You’re really cute as shit.”

Steve was dumbfounded; in which part he’s cute?

Y/N tapped the stack of money on the table. “In front of you is what $500,000 in cash looks like.”

"Bank still opens at night?"

She chuckled while counting the money. "Don't be silly, I got this from gambling."

Her tone was playful, but he didn’t find this funny at all. Steve crossed his arms. When he thought she was good, the next thing she did always shocked him. He wondered if staying with her would be fine for his heart.

"Y/N, you play a dangerous game."

Y/N nodded, agreeing with what he said. She stops counting and looks at him, “You see, Steve. There's something wrong with me. I don't feel scared, guilt, lust and love. I love the adrenaline of taking a big risk.”

“I could see that.”

“You remembered my ex?”

The only man who made her uncomfortable was Brock Rumlow. Steve nodded.

“When we were together, I didn’t feel anything. And I think Brock knew that’s why he got another woman.”

Y/N liked being with Brock, but she noticed she didn’t feel any lust for him. She doesn’t want to kiss him or sleep with him. She tried using porn, a smut novel and even went to a strip club, but she doesn’t feel any lust.

She went to the doctor and learned she was diagnosed with impotence or female sexual dysfunction (FSD). The doctor knew Y/N's history, and she told her that her childhood trauma caused this.

Yeah, no shit.

“But I felt something when I saw your drawing, even though it's just a brief moment.”

Steve felt embarrassed when she mentioned the adult comic he made. Since he got paid, he didn’t continue the story. But what she said next made him want to dig the ground and hide.

“From the website, only your work triggered my lust.”

Y/N didn’t understand the reason why. She went to the doctor again and learned about Stendhal’s syndrome is a collection of intense physical and mental symptoms people may experience while or after viewing a work of art.

How lucky she was when she found out the comic creator was sitting beside her at Starks University.

Steve hides his red face with his hands. “Don't you feel any shame talking about this?”

She shrugged her shoulder. “Like I said before, I don't feel anything. I'm not embarrassed.”

“That's why you don't feel guilty for blackmailing me.”

Y/N smiled broadly. “You seem like the easy type to be bullied.”

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Motonari, secret, 🥹

Ah how I love this wild pirate man. Approx 1200 words of Motonari and not-so-well-kept secrets.

Motonari paced the deck of his docked ship, trying to work off his irritated mood before the chatelaine returned. Supposedly, she was off doing some sewing commission delivery but that wasn’t true. Or at least, it wasn’t the whole truth. Problem was, he didn’t know what she was hiding. And it was eating at him.

This was the third time in as many weeks. He’d been tempted to send a crewman to watch her, but there was every chance she’d notice. And then what? She would be angry or sad or maybe both. Motonari didn’t have a great track record with relationships, especially not the romantic kind. He wasn’t sure what you were supposed to do when the person you loved the most started acting strange. Unreliable.

If it was anyone else, he’d cut ties and leave. But the chatelaine wasn’t like anyone he ever met. She was sweet and kind, with a head full of flowery ideas and pretty words. He loved her so much it made his chest ache. So why this, why now? What was she doing in town that she didn’t want to tell him about?

Annoyed with her, and annoyed with himself for feeling so helpless, he retreated to his cabin to cook. The familiar routine of chopping vegetables and preparing the fish calmed him down a little. Enough that when she walked in the door a little while later, he was able to smile. “I was wonderin’ if you were gonna make it home today.”

“You know I could never stay away.” She smiled at him as sweetly as ever. So much that he almost doubted what he knew. The chatelaine took a few steps toward him and then wrinkled her nose. “What is that smell?”

“Smell?” Motonari looked around, and realized she must mean dinner. “I was makin’ fresh caught mackerel. Chopped up yer favorite -” He stopped talking as she rushed back up to the deck.

When he caught up to her, she was taking deep breaths into the sea breeze, and looked a bit green around the gills. “You sick?”

“N-no. I just got queasy all of the sudden. It’s nothing.” She slipped an arm around his waist and leaned into him.

Motonari pulled her close and rested his chin atop her head. She was lying again. He could feel it. But he wasn’t sure what she was lying about. Was she sick and didn’t want to tell him? Images of her wasting away and dying flitted through his mind like a grim portent. No, it was probably something else. Lying did all kinds of things to a person’s health.

“Sorry I was so late getting back today. My clients always want to talk when I deliver their garments.” She sighed tiredly.

“Maybe ya should take a break from going in to town. Leave off the work for a bit, savvy?”

She laughed. “I probably should but I really can’t. Not yet.”

Motonari frowned. “Yet?”

“Well . . . I mean . . . one day I guess? Who knows, right?” She waved her hand as if dismissing it.

“I could make ya take a break. Sail off from the dock and keep ya with me till yer rested.” He meant it as a joke, mostly. Part of him was tempted to do just that though. He’d have her all to himself, and plenty of time to learn her secret too.

She gasped and looked up at him, her expression horrified. “You can’t! I have to go to town!”

“Oh?” He raised a brow. “Why’s that? Yer clients can’t wait a bit for their clothes?”

“Y-yeah. Exactly.”

Her quick agreement only made him more suspicious. Motonari studied her face intently. He decided he was tired of playing this guessing game, trying to tease out what she hid. “I know yer lying, princess. Now clear the flowers outta yer head and tell me what’s going on? Ya keep visiting town every week, staying til late. Coming back and looking all green at yer gills. Are ya seeing someone? Tell me the truth.” He heard his voice tremble at the end, but he made the words come out anyhow.

“N-no.”

“Stop lying to me. I’m the damn Lord of Deceit. Ya think I can’t see right through it?” He took her chin in his hand. “Who is it yer seeing?”

She pulled away from him and turned her gaze to the sea. “I’m seeing a doctor in town.”

“Yer sick?” He took a step closer but she moved back.

“No.”

That felt true, so - “Yer . . . dating a doctor?” Motonari felt his heart freeze. The one person he’d believed would never betray him . . . his chest felt too tight, his throat closed to breath. Like he was drowning, crushed by the waves.

The chatelaine’s eyes went wide. “Dating?” She started to laugh. “Dating? Holy cats! Motonari! No! Oh my god. That’s your - that’s your first thought?”

“Yeah?” He felt the tension in him release just a hair. “So what then?”

She took a deep breath, looking conflicted. “I - I wasn’t going to say anything yet. I wanted to be sure things were . . . far enough along.” Her gaze found his and held it, her expression so gentle and vulnerable that he could not look away even if he wanted to.

“Motonari,” she said his name with love and he felt his breath return. “I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

He felt like someone shot him. His chest, tight only a breath ago, was suddenly hollowed out. Her face looked as if she watched him from the top of a deep well, and he was at the bottom, hearing just the echoes of her words.

“Motonari! Oh! Oh no! Are you ok?”

He realized he’d fallen to his knees and his cheeks were wet. Was it raining? No - no he could see the sunset and the hint of stars in the east. “I’m - I’m gonna be a dad?” Even his own voice sounded far away.

“Yes.” She knelt beside him and wiped at his tears with her sleeve. “Are you even a - a little happy?”

Motonari’s world snapped into focus with terrifying alacrity. One moment, he was looking at her from a distance and then there she was, a handspan from him and looking so frightened and alone that he couldn’t bear it. “Happy? I’m over the moon, princess! Ya got so many petals in yer eyes that ya can’t see I’m dyin’ of happiness over here?”

He pulled her into a tight hug and pressed kisses to her cheeks. “Can’t believe ya kept it secret! I oughta be mad at ya. Crazy girl.”

She laughed and clung tightly to him. “At first, I wasn’t sure if I really was. And then . . . you know, I wanted to be sure the baby was ok.”

“Is it? Are you?” Time stopped until she replied.

“The doctor says we’re fine. And the midwife thinks so too.” She smiled.

Motonari kissed her. “Ya better not keep secrets from me again,” he whispered. “You’ll kill me with surprises like this. Trust me next time?”

She nodded. “I will. I was just afraid you - you might not want to have kids.” “Pffft. O’ course I do.” He squeezed her tighter. It was a little frightening to think about everything that went into becoming a father. Motonari wasn’t at all sure he was up to the task, but he was up to try with her at his side. He wanted to say something romantic and reassuring, but the only words that would come were I love you, said over and over again between kisses.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen motonari #motonari mouri #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff

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aarohij · 2 months

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Colorful Creations: Mastering the Art of Vegetable Paratha Cooking

Parathas are the unhinged part of Indian households. From basic plain parathas to flavorful vegetable parathas, they contain nutrients, flavors, and colors. If your kid refuses to eat veggies, you can add them to your parathas with the necessary spices to make them eat veggies without knowing. Vegetable parathas are best for testing and health and can be included in any meal. In this blog, we will help you master the art of vegetable parathas to amaze your taste buds and health and brighten up your dining table. You can opt for chopped vegetable delivery online in Bangalore to save yourself from chopping troubles.

The Basics of Vegetable Parathas

The traditional way of making a vegetable paratha consists of whole-wheat flour, however, you can also use millet or chickpea flour for additional nutrients and flavors. You need to prepare a soft dough for a good vegetable paratha.

You can make vegetable paratha with any vegetable you like such as potato, onion, carrots, spinach, peas, and more. You can either create a mixed veg paratha using all these veggies as well for the best taste and texture.

Without proper spices, the parathas are going to taste bland. You can add common spices such as salt, cumin, coriander, turmeric, chili powder, and garam masala. You can create flavors according to your taste buds.

However, vegetable chopping can be the biggest task while making vegetable paratha, so you can opt for fresh-cut vegetable delivery online to ease up your task.

Techniques for Perfect Parathas

To make a perfect paratha, you need to make small dough balls, flatten them in a circle, fill the vegetable filling in the center, carefully seal the edges, and flatten again until it starts spilling.

Heat a griddle or non-stick pan to cook the paratha. You can use ghee or oil on both sides until it looks golden brown. You can use a spatula to press it to ensure even cooking.

Follow a similar process with the other side too until it gets golden brown. You can brush it up with ghee for additional richness.

Adding a Twist

You can always experiment with the filling of the paratha as it will taste good with everything. You can mix and match different vegetable combos, spices, and herbs to provide different tastes every time.

You can always add cheese and paneer to your paratha for richness and creaminess. Putting paneer in a paratha can also be healthy as it has protein in it.

Though paratha tastes good on its own, however, if you incorporate it with sides like green chutney, mint chutney, yogurt, raita, or pickle, parathas can taste better than ever.

You can always opt for fresh vegetable delivery in Bangalore to save yourself time and trouble.

Tips for Success

A few additional tips that you should follow to make extremely delicious parathas-

Always knead your dough soft and pliable for making soft rotis. You should always cook parathas on medium heat for even cooking, and lastly, keep practicing until you perfect the art of paratha making.

Parathas for Everyday Health!

Parathas are not just a common meal; it is an art where you can experiment with flavors. With the right technique and ingredients, you can cook delicious parathas every day. It does not have to be the same every day as you can experiment with different vegetable fillings to make paratha more colorful and healthy. Incorporating paneer, curd, and other items can add an extra pinch of taste and nutrients, making paratha a complete meal. Order from online cut vegetable delivery in Bangalore to buy fresh veggies for your parathas.

#order vegetables online #fresh green vegetable #buy fresh vegetable #online chopped vegetables #buy chopped vegetables online #order fresh fruits and vegetables online #fresh chopped vegetable #chopped vegetable store online in bangalore #fresh vegetable online #chopped vegetables delivery

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years

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Haikyuu x reader

Cooking for you

Boy can and will cook for you, whenever you ask or not, is part of his love language to feed you, his cooking is 😌👌🏻 10/10 is the kind of boyfriend that makes bentos for you, the boy could be a chef and will spoil you whenever you ask for something

Kyotani, Daichi, Tsukishima, Satori, Akaashi, Osamu, Kita, Sakusa

He can cook, is decent and tasty, he can does well on his own, but by far he likes to cook with you, his favourite thing about it is when he can sneak a few kisses on your face when you're focused chopping vegetables, he likes you too much

Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Tanaka, Ushijima, Kuroo, Yaku, Aran

Can cook but just for survival, somehow he always manages to miss an ingredient or overcook something, expect bland meals, just like in an hospital, he's trying his best, ask his siblings and friends for cooking tips

Oikawa, Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, Goshiki, Bokuto, Futakuchi

He is in process of learning, sometimes he watches YouTube videos or cooking shows for tips, has a small notepad with small notes, will taste beforehand anything he cooks before giving it to you, will blush when you praise him

Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Asahi, Kageyama, Semi, Aone

Can't cook, even if is for saving his life, is the kind of boy who probably lives on instant noodles, frozen food and pizza, thanks good for the deliveries, he tried to cook a few times but got banned from the kitchen, is thinking about cooking classes

Hinata, Kenma, Lev, Atsumu, Suna, Koganegawa

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

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honeycomb-fics · 1 year

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You frantically used some work documents to fan the smoke away from the alarm to stop the god awful ringing as your boyfriend darted around the apartment in a panicked state looking for the fire extinguisher. The smell of burnt… something permeated your senses.

This was not the evening you were expecting to come home to for Valentine’s Day. Akira told you that he had a surprise and you were thinking along the lines of a box of chocolates or a bouquet. Instead you were greeted with a stovetop of flames and what appeared to be cake mix smeared on your white cabinets.

Akira finally pulled the pin out of the extinguisher and released a fluffy white mess of foam all over your shared kitchen. Thankfully putting out the flames that were charring whatever concoction was on the stove. Your eye twitched as you had the opportunity to take in the full scope of the disaster in front of your eyes. Sink filled with dishes, countertops covered with cake mix packages, used utensils, remains of chopped vegetables, egg shells… it was a complete disaster. A level 4 hurricane mess.

“I-I fucked up,” Akira said, pacing around the kitchen trying to frantically push everything into the garbage bin. “I wanted this to be a special surprise for you. You have been working so hard and deserve a nice meal and your favorite cake”

His back was turned to you but you could tell by the gentle shaking of his shoulders and tremble in his voice that he had started to cry. It was endearing that your boyfriend always expressed his emotions so openly.

“The recipe Ryo gave me was just. It was just so complicated!” He huffed turning around. His eyes red from rubbing the tears away. “Absolutely nothing went according to plan. I am so sorry I ruined our first Valentine’s Day together. I really wanted it to be perfect”

“You planned this? This was a plan??” You couldn’t suppress your laughter as you gestured around at the mess surrounding the two of you.

“You’re mad, aren’t you?” Akira asked sheepishly, looking up at the ceiling, nervously avoiding eye contact.

You smiled, knowing you were incapable of ever being truly mad at Akira. Irritated, absolutely. Akira always did everything with the best intentions and with his whole heart. He made you feel truly and completely loved at all times and you knew that he cherished you. So even when he turned your kitchen into a war zone, you still couldn’t help but feel anything but love for him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head against his chest. “Akira, I am not mad at you. I am grateful that you planned anything for me at all. It means a lot to me,” you reassured, “How about we clean this all up together and we order some takeout and watch movies?”

“That sounds perfect,” Akira bent down and placed a quick kiss on your forehead before grabbing some paper towels and cleaner from out of the cabinet, “I love you. I am so glad you are my girlfriend… and my Valentine”

You pulled out your phone, looking for a restaurant that had a somewhat reasonable delivery fee left.

“Are you thinking burgers or wings?” you asked as you scrolled through the options.

“Hmm, why not both? I kind of worked up an appetite today” Akira laughed, getting to work scrubbing a cake mix handprint off the fridge.

A peaceful silence fell over the two of you, save for the sounds of scrubbing and flapping of garbage bags as you both cleaned up the carnage.

“So.. were you surprised?”

written last year as a gift for @milky-fixx, posted with permission for this event 💕

#akira fudo x reader #akira dmcb x reader #gail writes #heart to heart event #prompt used is bolded #devilman crybaby fanfic

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cheemscakecat · 2 months

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Missing in Action 5 1/2

Chapter 5 1/2 Team Meat-ing Part 2

Young Spy prepares a meal for the whole team with Scout’s help. But despite the good food, he doesn’t seem super happy.

No cover art, but I’ve included pictures of each dish IRL

The first thing Scout noticed the next morning was the smell of Spy’s stupid cigarettes. He followed the smell into the kitchen, which was where he was going anyways. The new guy was there cleaning and gathering pots and pans, while smoking one of Spy’s cigs. Jeremy decided that someone might as well use them.

”What’s up?” He asked, sneaking over to the fridge to get the milk. Most days he just ate cereal, if it was there and nobody cooked breakfast. They hadn’t had much left after the admin mess, but there was ham and bacon unopened in the bottom drawer, and nobody got sick from it. He didn’t know if it was good that his thoughts drifted to miss Pauling. He wanted to believe that it was just concern over her new job, but he worried that he hadn’t moved on.

”I am going to cook ze food today. But there are many hens, so I need both kitchens.” Jeremy nodded and mindlessly took a bowl and his sugary chocolate cereal. It look him a second after pouring to notice new Spy staring. “What is that?”

”It’s cereal. Mostly just kids eat it for breakfast but I uh… get in a hurry.” Normally, Scout wouldn’t be embarrassed about not cooking most days, but this new guy was right here gatherin stuff for a big meal. He felt pretty lazy.

”I need to get food from ze other kitchen started. Come there after cereal.” And with that, Spy wandered off with an armful of clean pots.

When Scout opened the passageway door 10 minutes later, he found the Spy chopping vegetables. That was weird, there weren’t really any in the other fridge, even after a restock. “You go to town last night?” Spy turned around and shook his head. He opened another hidden door.

“Ze delivery people put ze new produces in this bread pocket so it would not rot.” Spy set down the knife and brought over a white paper box from the island. It was full of fancy looking bread that Jeremy wasn’t familiar with. “Have this pain au chocolat.” He said, plopping the dessert into his hand.

It was a real flaky bread with chocolate filling! Scout was surprised that it was still fresh, but quickly remembered that newbie woulda thrown out any moldy bread.

Things seemed to be going pretty well for a while. Jeremy offered to help Spy if he wanted it, and was tasked with putting the vegetables in each pot. He noticed a lot of butter. But he noticed that everything had grinned to a halt when they got to cutting the chickens.

New Spy was staring blankly at the fancy bird with a knife half raised in his hand. At first, Jeremy assumed he was just making up his mind on somethin, but he stayed like that for 10 minutes before he decided to speak up.

“You uh, alright man?” He asked. Spy blinked once and sighed. “Sorry, it’s… I wasn’t planning to do meals so soon after… after relocation.” He didn’t explain any further than that. But Scout got a very sudden feeling that there was much more going on.

“Well uh, I could try to help you. Cut the time in half, right?” Spy flinched for some reason before putting on a forced, close-lipped grin. “I think that would be best, thank you. I’m not feeling… fast right now.”

Spy got to work browning stuff in one of the pans. “Cut ze drumsticks and ze thighs off 2 hens.” Scout remembered watching Ma cut the turkey at thanksgiving and did his best. As far as he could tell it was decent, but he figured Spy might not agree. He glanced over from the bacon and veggies in the pan. “Did I… do it right?” He asked. “It does not have to be perfection. The bulk of ze meat is where we want.” Good.

“So, uh… what are we making right now?” Jeremy got the feelin he should keep things light. Something was botherin the new guy. “Coq au vin.” He snorted and spy blinked at him. He was almost convinced that it was because it sounded like his old man’s weird *** snort laugh. Oh wait, no. New guy wouldn’t know about that. “What is funny?”

”Oh, just sounded like an American word for… something.” Spy stirred for a while and made Scout believe he’d moved on. “Oh, is word for *****.” He wheezed like Ma and for some reason newbie looked even more surprised.

They prepped something called “chicken fricassee” which two more hens worth’a drums and thighs, then two pots of… um…

”Wait, what was it called?” “Poulet a la Moutarde Francaise.” “Uh….” “Mustard chicken.” Maybe there was a good reason for fancy names after all.

With the remainin four chickens, they prepped two to be roasted whole. Cut the thighs and drums off the others for “chicken chasseur” n that left the breasts for “chicken Provençal”. Scout watched new Spy take the bones and put them in a big metal thing.

“What are you gonna do with the bones?” “Chicken stock.” He answered, shoving them in the big freezer. Apparently some of the other freezer mystery tubs were stock or sauces.

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Good lord, the base smelled magnificent. It took half the team just to make sure Solly didn’t go in the kitchen and mess up that cookin food. Thankfully Engineer didn’t have to keep Pyro out on account of his mask.

They knew Spy was French, they knew that but.. it was easy to forget the whole “food hub” thing when the smoking room wasn't for meals. Spy musta been cookin and eating in his secret kitchen, or the base woulda smelled like this sooner.

Demoman wasn’t much affected by the smell. It was nice to be sure, but he had gone on with his pure alcohol diet so long that food didn’t tempt him. But he noticed Sniper of all people pacing around all impatient like. He liked to live on the land, but even he weren’t immune to good cookin.

Heavy was glad that Spy had not gone to his house in Siberia. Not just because of Scout being ill, but because he wouldn’t have been happy with the food. There were many less spices in a place so far, and mother had to make them last. Normally he was content with his sandviches, but he could tell this meal would be a treat.

Medic locked Archimedes and the other doves in the medbay. They, like him, had no qualms about eating cooked bird. Archimedes might have possibly eaten a cooked dove if it were offered to him, but he was cute and the doctor was content with that.

Antoine wasn’t looking forward to dinner. It wasn’t doubt in his own abilities or the healthfulness of the food. He just.. he didn’t want to cook for a new team! On that Helicopter he told himself he’d be wise this time, not overly friendly and naive. But here he was cooking for a strange team without a proper mask to hide his face.

And he missed them. It was the same good food, but it wasn’t for them. They weren’t… here. Was he really about to do this so soon? During his failed relocation, with total strangers?

He pictured the desert Scout assisting him earlier that day. If he’d been alone, that good hen would have gone rancid from him standing useless at the counter. And it shouldn’t be like that. He shouldn’t be like that. Desert Scout seemed like a nice enough guy. Someone he would befriend if he got to stay, but that probably would not happen. But for now, it was nice knowing someone near his age who was kind.

This Scout reminded him of Merriam, actually. He missed her, even if she hated him forever. Of course she didn’t know the secret. She and Jeremy were safer that way. He debated calling her on the desert Spy’s phone but felt afraid it was tapped.

It had surprised him that the missing Spy was French actually. France was in Europe, and while not as pasty and weak to heat as the British, it was not a sweltering country. He took the nightmares over staying awake long in the weeks he spent in that cave. Better to conserve energy that way. The missing Spy had expensive tastes and probably did not much like heat himself. What possessed him to move to a desert team?

He may have been one of the bad spies. The ones who sell their teammates secrets. He knew they were out there, his old team warned him to speak with carefulness around other RED spies, not just BLU. He wouldn’t let that advice go to waste, especially if his family could be tracked.

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New Spy laid out a really epic spread of food! Jeremy had to admit, he’d been skeptical of the meal gettin boring using the same veggies in so many fancy French dishes. But he was wrong. It all looked so good, and he wanted to taste everything!

There were really smooth yellow mashed potatoes and some kinda greens, and lots and lots of chicken! Spy wrapped some melon in fancy deli meat and put it on a cutting board with cheese, olives and more deli meat. There was a tray of colorful desserts and fancy breads like the one he ate at breakfast, too.

Engineer made sure to grab some extra dessert and watered down wine with Pyro’s plate, and loaded up his own with just about everything he and Spy could fit. Heavy had already told him they didn’t eat at the table, but at least Engie knew he hadn’t offended baby Spy.

Heavy was interested in the cheese platter, but skipped it because he knew his big hands would touch everyone else’s share by mistake. But he was pleased with the red sauced chicken meals and the roasted whole breast. He took a spiral bread from the edge of the dessert tray and it was very sweet and pleasantly delicate.

Medic enjoyed the mushroom based sauce on the mashed potatoes, it reminded him of Germany’s different gravies. The meat wrapped cantaloupe was surprisingly good, and even if the spinach was soft and unlike sauerkraut, the flavor was still very good. He made sure to grab an extra plain pastry to share with his birds later.

Spy hooked Demoman up wit scotch and some stronger wine instead of insisting that he eat. He appreciated it, even if the drink was too mild for him to get a buzz.

Soldier had never been a fancy civilized person. He preferred to sleep outside surrounded by raccoons, not in buildings that were too neat and riddled with rules. He was enjoying the food though. He hoped that Spy might make more for him and Zhanna sometime, because the only other place to get fancy people food was fancy people restaurants. And he could tell that she would feel just as itchy to leave as him in a place like that.

Sniper didn’t usually go for smaller white meat birds, preferring emu and other big Aussie bird meat, but the red sauces appealed to him. He liked the fancy desserts well enough, even if he didn’t know what the squishy stuff was… not pudding.. not frosting. It was good though. The mustardy chicken was good broken up and eaten with the green stuff, which he took to be polite.

Scout was having a blast! He never knew there were so many ways to cook chicken and make it taste different. And new Spy probably knew like seven more ways. French food had always seemed like a distant idea behind his stinking deadbeat father and his stuck up attitude. It always sounded snobby by proxy.

But maybe his dumb*** dad was used to good food like this, and that’s why he hated the fried chicken Scout bought. He had to admit, if he ate it after a bite of one of these dishes it would taste like cardboard. But that didn’t make it right to waste food like he did during the bread monster accident. Letting it fall on the floor and get gross… whatever, this wasn’t about him.

There was mustardy chicken that was really good with the green stuff and a plain “croissant”. The roasted chicken was lemony and had a bunch of green spices on it. The white sauce with mushrooms went super well with the good mashed potatoes. He ate pieces of cheese from the cutting board in between the heavier red sauced chicken. And even the melon thing he tried was good!

He got full faster than he usually did eating chicken. But then again, he usually just ate a bucket of fried drumsticks with no mashed potatoes or other stuff. It was kind of boring food, now that he thought about it. He smelled something like peanut butter on the dessert tray and decided it was worth trying. New Spy told him it was hazelnut flavored; he knew because he ate one too.

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The leftover food was put in the shared kitchen, except for the cheese board and some of the pastries, which Antoine took back to the other Spy’s kitchen. Then everyone went to bed. He was glad that everyone liked the food, especially since it meant they didn’t watch him too closely. The sound of Scout innocently cutting the raw chicken bones apart almost made him vomit earlier.

It was not so bad at dinner, but his stomach still churned looking at the food he wished he was serving to his old team. He ate the potatoes, roasted chicken and creamed spinach instead of having the same fun as the others. It all went down well enough, and when the desert Scout was unsure of what dessert he had eaten, he worked up the guts to taste one and tell him the flavor. He missed them. And he missed Merriam. It took him longer to fall asleep in the chair by the fire, even though he was just as full as the desert team who were dreaming in peace. For once, he did not have a nightmare.

Here’s what the meal would have looked like, more or less

Coq au Vin

Chicken Fricassee

Poulet a la Moutarde Francaise

Chicken Chasseur

Chicken Provençal

Roasted whole chicken

Charcuterie board

Mashed potatoes

Creamed Spinach because health [same]

The desserts

The hazelnut thing Scout ate.

#Tf2 #angst fanfic #tf2 scout #tf2 spy #sad lad hours #tf2 fanfiction #dadspy

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memecucker · 2 years

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An example of grocery delivery frustration is you go to the grocery and the shopping list mentions store-brand cage free organic eggs. The alternatives are a different but more significantly pricded brand of cage free organic eggs, cheaper store brand eggs that are neither cage free or organic , equally priced cage free eggs that don’t mention being organic but do say “All Natural”, and slightly more expensive organic eggs that don’t mention being cage free etc

You text the customer “They don’t have what was listed, do you want any of these alternatives” and they reply “just get organic or whatever’s closest”. Well on this run you had already messaged them multiple times asking if they want 6x or 12x pork chops because they’re out of 8x, whether a prepackaged container of brussel sprouts is OK bc the vegetable section was out, checking to see if they’re the type of person that’s particular when it comes to brands of water etc and you’re starting to get the vibe that this person might be getting annoyed with all the question and an annoyed customer is gonna be one that’s less likely to tip and tips are the only thing that would make this whole mess worth it in the first place but you decide you don’t want them to get upset with a wrong product so you look back at the eggs and mention the prices bc maybe they’re someone that gets upset when the substitute is more expensive or maybe they’re the type that gets upset when the substitute doesn’t have the exact same stuff going on and now they’re not replying ten or fifteen minutes pass and finally they’re like “uh whatever’s cheaper” alright that’s more time wasted which means you’re now a lot less likely to make your dinner rush quota because it turns out this person lives in a gated community in a purely residential area and sure it’s “only” 20 minutes away but that’s 40+ minutes where you’re not gonna be getting any dispatches bc you’re nowhere near any groceries or restaurants now oh and they didn’t tip in the end so maybe you managed to break even with gas

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ariaboughton · 4 months

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a week-ish after the dock meeting.

Pretending life is just as normal as it's always been was proving a bit more of a chore than she expected. Every small sound, she jumps at. Every sudden movement out of the corner of her eye and she's on edge.

It'd been days, and she'd only slept a few hours at a time. It was different than her usual insomnia - paired with the need to make a deadline, with knowing that she had to produce results by a certain time. This was an ever-present dread. A stone in her stomach, heavy, sinking further.

In an attempt to try and get back into a regular schedule, she'd spent the day tidying up her apartment. It wasn't great. There were dirty clothes strewn about, left exactly where she'd discarded them. There were piles of paper and print-outs and books around the couch, which she'd claimed as her new bed.

The only pristine bit in the place was the bedroom - gone untouched since the moment she'd stepped over the threshold after trying to erase Sam's smile from her mind. In any other situation, she would have seen that smile as comforting, disarming. Now, it brings a sense of dread with it. And her mind won't let go.

She's chopping potatoes. For the regular schedule plan. There are green beans already set aside and prepared to toss in with some garlic. She's cubing the potatoes, and dumping them into a large bowl filled with water. There's too much food here for her, but the repetitive motion of chopping and cooking and plopping is relaxing.

Except the faucet is dripping. Huge drops of water beading against the metal rim. Gravity takes it and sends it down into the basin. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of the water - and the plop of the potatoes - reminds her of the sound of the Hudson. It's a passing thought that should be nothing but that. Instead, every drip reminds her of it.

Every plop brings the image of the water lapping up against the dock. She sets the knife down and takes a deep breath, looking down at the finished vegetables. She busies her hands with throwing the beans into the pan, but the whole time she narrates the actions in her mind in an attempt to not think about the water.

Pick up the green beans. Put them into the pan. Oil. Salt. Pepper. Garlic. Onions..? Pad of butter. Stir. There's footsteps outside of your door.

She freezes right in the middle of it, listening to the clunk-clunk-clunk of boots against wood. The thoughts in her mind are quiet just for a moment as she's still in her worry. And once the sound is gone, she imagines one of them in the hallway, waiting. She imagines someone in a nice suit leaning against a dark car, smoking a cigarette. Cliche. She imagines a knife, nicking against her skin. She imagines the blood pooling in her kitchen floor. She imagines what it might be like to bleed out with no one around but her killer.

Her phone beeps and she jumps, with her hand still on the pan, throwing it off the stove and all of the food within it onto the floor. In her panic, she forgets the food and runs to the phone - simply to make sure it's not the burner she'd been handed. Simply to make sure that she wouldn't miss the time limit.

It's just her mother.

She drops the phone on the couch and paces around the mess in her living room, one of her hands moving to her face to pick at a spot on her cheek. She pulls at the skin - unblemished - in an attempt to self-soothe. Her heart races. She's sweating, cheeks flushed, but her stomach is cold.

The food was thrown out.

Stepping foot into the kitchen had made her start to ruminate again - analyzing everything she'd said and done within the last twenty four hours, thinking about the sounds above and below her, thinking about the large knife sitting on her cutting board and imagining what it would feel like between her ribs.

She'd ordered pizza.

It goes untouched, sitting on her coffee table. Aria sits on the couch and stares at the box, wondering if the delivery guy had been a part of it. If the way he'd looked at her was a little too knowing, if his smile was a little too cocky. Everything that she could trust was turned on its head with one simple truth.

She pulls her knees to her chest, hands shaking and breathing uneven.

Eventually she passes out, and wakes up to the sound of her phone chirping once more. She jumps for both of them to check which one had gone off - the time glaring up at her to tell her that she'd only been asleep for around an hour. Not enough time for rest.

Her gaze shifts to the pizza box, then to the door. She stands up to check the lock. Unlocks it, locks it again. Pulls at the door. Walks to the couch, reaches for the pizza. Pause. Stand. Check lock. Unlock, re-lock. Pull. Couch - door - couch -

She stops the cycle after the third time by slamming the heel of her hand into her forehead. "Stop it, idiot. Oh my god, it's not that fucking serious." Hit, hit, hit. Not hard enough to hurt longer than a few minutes.

She manages to eat one slice. Picks at a second. She manages by pressing her knuckles deep into the meat of her thigh and focusing on the discomfort and the pain. When she gets used to it, she shifts or brings her fist down hard. There will be a bruise the next morning. But it provides some grounding, allows her mind to be pulled away from overbearing, cycling, death spiral of obsession.

#self para #just a glimpse of aria's uh.. ocd issues lol #mental health tw /#blood tw /#self harm tw /#its super brief but just in case #lmk if i missed any tags!

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