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frogchiro · 10 months

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i love ur brain oml 😭😭😭😭 ur octo!könig stuff id fantastic i just wanna eat it all up. i feel like we need a comedic sequence of peeling off könig (bc ur cooking or something and dont wanna hurt him) and before u can make it anywhere he has latched onto another part of you (like ur leg instead of arm) and its just peeling and dropping him and peeling and dropping until u just give up and he's purring all happy n stuff

Please it would be so cute😭

Imagine that you want to cook/fry something and König is latched onto his usual spot on your tit watching and observing carefully how you chop all the ingredients and add a variety of seasonings, he's fascinated by it all, he never saw something like that!!

But you can't help but be worried; you sure appreciate your little friend being so invested in making a vegetable and chicken stir fry but you can't help but worry for him. While you know he will most likely just stay latched onto your breast and observe from under your shirt you're still afraid that some hot oil or water will crackle and burn him and with König being a...semi-aquatic creature you don't want to hurt him! So the only thing to do was to get him to unlatch himself from you and observe from a distance; if only it was as easy to do.

'König sweetheart please, you have to let go' you say with a slight breathlessness to your voice as you try and tug the octopus away. König on the other hand only narrows his eyes and makes a grumble like noise, vibrating slightly and stubbornly sticking even closer to your arm. Why are you trying to remove him?! You already got him to let go of the perfectly comfortable spot on your boob, then he oh so graciously transferred to your shoulder and now you try and tug him away too?? Why? :((

After another 20 minutes of wrestling with the offending octo, his angry flapping and him attaching himself you your arm, then thigh and ending up on your back, you gave up.

'O-okay König, you win. I wont try to pry you away, I promise but please be careful okay? I don't want you to get hurt by me cooking' you finally muttered while panting but you still smiled nonetheless as you felt a happy wiggle and the familiar vibration of König's purr.

After that Köning happily returned to his designated place inside your shirt and attached himself back to your tit. So you were worried about him!! That'a why you were so keen of having him let go!! He'd be so stupidly happy about it bless him😭

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #i love octo könig :((#cod mw x reader #cod x reader #konig x reader #könig x reader

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saerins · 1 year

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─── 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

+ itoshi sae x f!reader | wc 1.6k

notes: this man is taking over my life >:( if anyone knows how to get over him pls let me know i hate him <3

summary: nothing’s necessary except his talent in soccer, until you appeared. and now, he’s got a new challenge.

itoshi sae is great with soccer—anything that involves him on the pitch, he’ll ace it. he excels at everything he learns on the field, easy as pie.

he’s never really bothered to try to be good at anything else.

as his girlfriend, you know this. you’ve seen him perform and it makes you wonder why someone like him is even with you.

but that makes it especially funny in times like this, when you see him staring at his laundry in shock because his whites turned pink.

“what the fuck?” he’s mumbling to himself, and you’re trying not to snicker from his living room, pressing your lips together.

it’s also funny when you hear him groaning from the kitchen, making you switch your camera off as you play hooky from your lecture and tiptoe out to see what happened.

you wonder how much you’d get if you photographed him right now, staring panickedly at his frying pan, his grilled chicken burnt to a crisp.

sometimes you can’t hold in your laughter, like right now, and sae whips his head around to glare at you.

“you know, i can cook dinner if you want,” you offer him.

sae scoffs, waving you away, “i can do it. just go back to your lecture.”

he’s stubborn, and you think that’s adorable, so you leave him to it.

you ate very tough skinless chicken that night. you told him it’s not bad, just to spare his feelings.

“you’re really quite hopeless with all of this,” you mumble absentmindedly as you look at your white dress shirt, a hole in the shoulder blade.

“shut up, i’ll get you a new one,” sae grumbles, grabbing it from you and tossing it in the bin.

it’s really quite cute how he tries to help with your chores, especially when he found out how swamped you are with finals and your part-time job as a receptionist at a big shot law firm. sae can be thoughtful when he tries to be.

sure, he ends up being more trouble than help, but you’re kind of entertained by his fuck ups so you let him be. it’s part of his many charms; he is an absolute beast on the field, but he’s like a child outside of it. he’s grumpy and stubborn and such a baby. you’re wondering if he can ever live alone because of it.

“here, wear mine,” sae says, offering you his white button down shirt instead.

you weren’t exactly living together, but you stay over sometimes, and most times he’s the one staying over, only because your apartment is more well-equipped for day to day life.

and by that you mean that, at the very least, your fridge is well stocked, vegetables and meat and whatnot, and you have detergents and bathing necessities and everything a guest could possibly need.

meanwhile, even if sae’s apartment is ten times more beautiful and luxurious than yours, his fridge is empty because he always orders takeout without you around, and he only has just enough supplies for himself. which isn’t a crime, but obviously he hasn’t had much of his past girlfriends staying over because he got stressed that one time he had to buy you pads and tampons.

you smile to yourself when you remember how panicked he was while he was at the feminine care aisle in the supermarket, rambling on and on about how people are staring at him because he kept taking all the different brands because he doesn’t know what the fuck you like.

he ended up giving up and getting one of each, and you’re greeted by one of his fanpages on instagram posting about it, a sighting by one of their followers coupled with a picture of sae trying to hide in the hood of his jacket, face beet red while the cashier processed his entire basket of tampons.

now his house has a whole year’s worth of tampon supply.

that was also the night where everyone found out he had a girlfriend.

“you wanna head out for dinner later?” you ask him as you button up his shirt on yourself.

sae drags his eyes over your body. you look good in his shirt, he should let you wear his stuff more often. but you turn his way and he averts his gaze just in time.

“sure, you end at 8?”

you nod.

“fine, i’ll pick you up later,” sae says and shoos you out the door. he glances at the clock on your wall.

3pm. he has about four hours to settle this.

you find sae parked outside the lobby when you end your shift.

“have fun with your dreamy boyfriend,” the other receptionist coos, shooting you a knowing look before she walks off with a wink.

you bid her goodbye and then turn your attention back to your boyfriend, who’s so busy with his phone that he doesn’t even notice you coming.

if someone were to tell the old you that you and sae would turn out to be lovers in the future, you’d have laughed your ass off. he used to be nothing more than someone you used to watch at soccer matches, just some guy who seemed to live in such a different world than yours that you never imagined you’d ever get together with him.

who knew that a single conversation you had with him at the age of seventeen could’ve spurred you to where you are now, age twenty-one and still very much in love with each other?

maybe you should’ve flirted with sae sooner. maybe you should’ve annoyed the shit out of him and made him notice you more before that night.

but you’re not complaining—you’re happy with where you are right now.

you’re getting good grades at school, your employers are very satisfied with you and would offer you a permanent position there any time, and you have a wonderful boyfriend, even if he is surly and inexpressive most of the time.

“hey there,” you greet as you get into his car, and sae gets spooked so much he drops his phone on the ground. again, one of his many charming qualities. you note how he hates horror, the complete opposite of his brother.

sae’s ears turn red from embarrassment, but he picks his phone off the ground and drives off, a hand on the steering wheel and his other hand on your thigh.

“were you busy earlier?” you ask sae once you’re both halfway into dinner, suddenly remembering how he chased you out of the house.

sae cocks his brow, “not really, just had a meeting.”

“oh, with who?”

you’re wondering whether it was with his manager, maybe there’s more sponsorship deals for him. or maybe it was with his coach, about soccer stuff you wouldn’t understand.

“your parents,” he says, so nonchalantly you almost think he’s kidding.

“wait, baby what?”

sae’s eyes flick up from his dinner to you, long lashes framing those pretty teal eyes. his hair looks so soft you kind of want to run your hands through them, but you tell yourself to focus now.

“they just wanted to talk to me because i sent them an alarming text,” he says, not so helpfully because he doesn’t elaborate further. plus, the fact that his face is as stoic as ever doesn’t alleviate your worries that it’s something bad.

“what did you tell them?”

sae’s expression doesn’t change. “secret.”

“babe, you’re killing me.”

sae sighs, his hand in yours as the both of you walk back to your apartment. “the last thing i would do is kill you,” he says, fumbling for his copy of the keys to your apartment. “who’s gonna do my laundry for me then?”

you slap him on his arm, getting to hear him snicker for the first time tonight. he unlocks your door and lets you walk in first, and the moment you do, you’re frozen in position.

there’s rose petals on the floor, scattered around the living room. there’s photos hanging off of delicately strung ropes, all photos of you and sae. photos of the both of you the first time you spoke on the pitch, photos of you meeting his parents and brother, photos of your first couples trip to europe. your coffee table has become a makeshift photo spread, even more photos spread out on it.

“w-what’s all this?” it comes out as a whisper, but sae hears you.

you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, a pair of lips pressing a kiss onto your temple. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers, and you think you’re dreaming because he rarely ever says it, he’s more the kind of person that shows it.

but in this moment, it’s both. and you’re overwhelmed, in a good way.

itoshi sae is great with soccer, and he’s never felt the need to even try and be good at anything else. but not now, not anymore.

when you turn around, sae is on one knee, a beautiful bright diamond ring sitting in a velvet box on his palm.

“marry me, y/n,” sae asks, in a very sae-like manner. like he knows your answer and he’s cutting to the chase.

you tell him yes anyway, because there’s no way you’d ever say no.

that night as the both of you lay in your bed, nervous fingers twiddling with each other’s, each of you looking into the other’s eyes, sae’s decided on his life mission.

sure, he’s probably a pain in your ass when it comes to household chores. but he’ll learn. he’s also probably insufferable when he’s being stubborn, but he’d never want to be someone else’s problem.

for you, he’d do anything. for you, he’d put everything else second. for you, he’s going to be the best husband there ever was.

#bllk x reader #itoshi sae x reader #sae x reader #sae itoshi x reader #blue lock x reader #sae itoshi x you #sae itoshi x y/n #sae x you #sae x y/n #bllk sae x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #itoshi sae fluff #bllk fluff #blue lock fluff #sae itoshi fluff #૪ aeri’s fics !

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thatsdemko · 1 year

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drunk on you - l.hamilton

masterlist

requested: y

pairings: lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of alcohol + lewis being a simp + established relationship

a/n: I didn’t touch on all of your request I apologize :/. feedback is appreciated xx my requests are currently open!

you’re one that usually can handle their alcohol. meaning, you know when enough has been enough, but tonight? that’s not the case.

the Australian Grand Prix was a rollercoaster ride. red flags, crashes, and penalties some how all came to an end. Lewis got on the podium at third overall, but George, his teammate, gave you all quite the scare. it’s partially why you’re drinking, the cars go so fast you have no time to tell who’s in there. part of you thought it was lewis, and part of you was just praying whoever was in the car was safe. to your luck, George was safe, but that didn’t stop the alcohol from flowing.

lewis has been with you for many years. he can recall your drunk nights in a hotel room helping you change, making you drink water. he thoughts those days were behind you, and you learned your lessons. tonight’s a whole other story.

he watches you sway to the beat of the music with Carmen, one hand grips her waist and the other is carelessly swinging your fourth drink of the night. lewis has already paid his tab, it’s George’s who keeps the bottle service flowing.

you and Carmen are both stumbling over each other, bodies nearly pressed against each other holding on for dear life. lewis finally gives in, unable to watch you struggle anymore, he taps you on the shoulder. your lazy eyes flash at him, crooked drunk smile, you’re so happy to see him even though he’s been there the whole time.

“lew, baby! you wanna dance?” you remove your hand from Carmen’s waist, stumbling into Lewis. lucky that he’s got a great reaction time, he catches you, hands gripping your waist. you’re peppering his face with kisses, drunk mumbles of incoherent words under the loud music and slurred speech.

“I think we need to go home.” he suggests, hand caressing your cheek. as much as one loves watching their significant other dance freely and make sour faces while taking shots, lewis knows you’re beyond wasted and it’s time to head back. you’ve got an early flight back to London, and he wants to help sober you up for the night.

“boo!” Carmen shouts in Lewis’ face, you nod with her giving the same chant, and he laughs. he’s not sure how he used to do this, he wasn’t sure how he ever persuaded you.

“we can order ice cream? maybe some fast food?” he suggests, it’s not up his alley, but watching your face light up to the idea of ice cream and a treat that’s not vegan makes you nod eagerly.

“is there a McDonald’s?” you ask, drool nearly slipping down your lips at the thought of chicken nuggets and French fries. he chuckles wiping his thumb across your plumped pink lips.

he takes his arm, wrapping it around your waist, and helps you maneuver your way out the club. when you finally step foot into the warm Australian air, there’s a car waiting for you both to take you home. of course, holding his promise he redirects the driver to the nearest McDonald’s.

“I love you.” you rest your head against his shoulder watching him take the greasy brown bag from the driver. he feeds you a couple of fries, you’re practically munching his fingers off you didn’t realize just how hungry you were.

“just two seconds ago you and Carmen were mad at me.” he chuckles, smile appearing on his face you feel your heart nearly trying to throb its way out of your chest. god, that man beside you was like made from heaven.

“when a vegan gets someone McDonald’s you’re bound to love them.” you happily sigh prying your hands into the bag, rustling around to find a loose fry in the bag. he’d do anything for you, if you asked him to eat a hamburger that’s pure beef, he’d probably do it. only for you.

the driver lets you both know you’ve arrived, and Lewis generously tips the man for going out of his way. of course he takes a photo with him before calling it a night, and the two of you are in the hotel elevator while you shovel fries into your face.

when you get in the room Lewis is helping you take off your heels, and when they finally come off you exhale a loud sigh sauntering freely towards the bed where you allow him to help you slip out of your dress— still attempting to eat your McDonald’s in the process.

“will you still kiss me if I eat these?” you hold up the box of six chicken nuggets, he gets a whiff of the smell, nose scrunching but he nods pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“go ahead, eat.” he lays clothes out for you to change into, right now you’re just in a bra and spandex sprawled across the bed eating. he thinks it’s cute and a little bit funny, that when you’re so drunk you’ve lost all manners. you’re truly a whole other person.

he goes in the bathroom and changes, by the time he’s done getting ready for bed, he has a glass of water for you and you’ve already put on one of his shirts and his sweatpants. why did he ever think you’d want to wear your own clothes?

“drink this for me please. you’ll thank me later.” he hands you the glass, your hands wrapping it around it like a little kid, you tilt your head back chugging until it’s empty.

“that wasn’t vodka.” you frown feeling it wash down like normal, no burn or itch against your throat.

“sorry to disappoint.” he laughs watching you curl into the bed, forgetting all other aspects of your nightly routine, the sleepiness was finally taking over you.

“I would’ve preferred it to have been vodka.”

“come on, we still have skincare to do then we can go to bed.”

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thecuriousquest · 6 months

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Imagine a situation where reader has two yanderes looking after them, maybe the tanderes are partners or they just agreed to work together, what would happen if reader showed favoritism to one yandere over the other. You can pick the pair!

The Darling Shows Favoritism

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @palesweetscherryblossom @chickennugnugnug

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW (spanking), I guess kind of like Reader before and after Stockholm?, minor depictions of violence, pushing, minor spanking, jealous behavior, possessive behavior, controlling behavior, over amplification of certain Yandere traits because I’m doing two scenarios and am trying to keep it from being too long

I haven’t done anything yet for Yuji and Megumi, so why not give the pair a try?

Master List

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First scenario:

You hate how Yuji clings onto your arm. It’s beginning to get on your nerves. He always has to have you on his lap, always has to paw at your body, always has to have a hand on your thigh.

You try to find Megumi whenever he’s home. If Yuji gets to be too much, you’ll squirm off of his lap. You can usually find Megumi either in the kitchen or in the shared bedroom. This time, he’s in the kitchen.

You stand next to him, and he glances down at you before returning to cooking.

“What are you making?” You inquire as you glance at the food. It smells good.

“Chicken stir fry,” is all he responds with.

When you see Yuji enter the kitchen, you step a little closer to the ravenette.

“Can we…go for a walk later maybe?”

Megumi shrugs. “Sure.”

Yuji beams. “A walk sounds awesome!”

“I just wanna go with Megumi.”

And Yuji’s face falls sullenly. He doesn’t understand why you don’t want to hangout with him, and when you do, you’re always sad.

You want to go on a walk with Megumi because you know it will be like not walking with anyone at all. He’ll be quiet. He won’t talk to you unless you say something to him, and his answers will probably be clipped to the shortest length possible.

It angers and saddens Yuji at the same time, and he ends up grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.

“What’s gotten into you? Why are you acting like such a bitch when you’re with me? You never act like this around Megumi!”

“Maybe it’s because Megumi leaves me the hell alone! He doesn’t fucking annoy me like you do!”

He doesn’t mean to, but he gets so jealous and angry that he ends up pushing you into the fridge. Your back hits the surface, and you slide down to the floor.

Megumi puts down the spatula and rushes to help you up. He picks you up, carrying you past Yuji. He gives his friend a look.

“Maybe, you should go take a walk and calm down. Come back when your head is clear.”

He takes the advice, but he finds a bench to cry on for thirty minutes, feeling so full of guilt because he hurt you.

(A jealous rage, hurting you, ultimate guilt)

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Second scenario:

You choose Yuji over Megumi. Itadori is so much fun to be around. He’s the sunlight in these dark days, and Megumi somehow manages to make them even darker just with his depressing presence. He’s always tired about something, and it pisses you off whenever he takes a book from your hand, throws it aside, and places you on his lap.

It makes you immediately want Yuji. Yuji wouldn’t treat you like this. He wouldn’t disregard the things you’re doing for self satisfaction.

“Where’s Yuji?” You ask Megumi.

He only shrugs his shoulders, and you roll your eyes. You try to get up from his lap, but he holds you closely to him.

“Let go. I want Yuji. Yuji! Yuji!” What began as a demand ends in a plead for your more merciful captor.

He appears instantly in the living room, walking over to you and Megumi with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. She’s just being a brat.”

“Am not! Everything isn’t fine! Yuji, he won’t let me up to see you.” You hold your arms out for Yuji to pick you up and take you away. At least he’d do something fun with you like play Uno or watch a cool movie.

Megumi never really does anything with you. He just sits there, staring blankly into the distance as he ponders something heavy on his mind. It’s so totally boring!

Megumi shifts you so that all of your weight is on one ass cheek, and he delivers a couple of harsh spanks to the seat of your shorts. You cry out in pain, and Megumi wraps his arms around your waist.

“She’s staying with me for now, Yuji. You can have her later. You got her all of yesterday. I don’t care if she wants you. I want her, so go back to whatever dumb show you were watching.”

You want Yuji to save you from this absolute torture of boredom. “Yuji, Yuuuuji, please!”

He sighs and ruffles your hair. “Just, let Megumi have you for a little while. We can find something to do after, okay? He needs you just as much as I do.” Yuji gives you a kiss on your forehead before going back upstairs.

Megumi goes back to resting his head against your shoulder as he keeps you secured against him with both hands. He rubs your hip with his thumb, continuing with his thinking as if nothing even happened.

(Staying calm, hitting you immediately, directing anger towards someone else, doesn’t feel bad about any of it)

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere yuji itadori x reader #yandere yuji itadori #yandere yuji #jjk yuji #yandere megumi fushiguro #yandere megumi #Yandere megumi x reader

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brainlessrot · 7 months

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Ranking NRC dorms on how much I would trust and like their cooking -

fair warning: I've skipped like most culinary croucible events and forgot 90% of the ones i played, so this is all based on my subjective reading of their vibes and the limited canon knowledge i could gather in my brain

Contents: As the title says +individual characters ranked

Characters: All dorms + students and teachers

1. Scarabia

do i even need to explain this one??

One of the first episodes in their chapter was literally cooking with jamil

I LOVE middle eastern food. give me hummus and some pita bread and im set for life.

Pre scarabia arc jamil would be a dangerous choice, but post chapter? im gonna be knocking on his door with bribes so that he gives me any extra food he made 🙏

not kalim tho, yall stay safe

(also wrote this while at Agrabah's cafe in disney land, so my opinion might be skewed)

Continues under this cut!!

2. Octavinelle

Mans whole bussiness is food

if im paying for it i better be getting something good

but would NEVER try to ask any of them to cook for me (for free obv) bc i dont think that would end well (for me)

Jade?? mixing mushrooms he found somewhere

Floyd? forgets and goes somewhere, now the kitchen is burnt

Azul? nuh huh 💀 i aint seeling my soul for some toast

theyre like, Norwegian/italian i think?? and idk much about Norwegian cuisine but like italian is soooo good 🤞

3. Heartslabyul

Only for the sweets (i might not trust trey but i have a sweet tooth)

I dont mind tea, but they better not bring out their British cuisine out

If i see any fish n chips im evaporating from that table (lies, free food is free food)

i wanna go to an unbirthday party 😔

riddle would cook something too healthy and would count my calorie intake 💀

ace or deuce? id better be getting ready to get intoxication

cater... i just dont see him cooking

4. Pomefiore

listen... theyre mostly rich pampered boys, so would they even be cooking?

i dont trust the source of Rook's food

epel would only give me apple based foods (tasty, but gets boring after a while)

Vil would probably give me those weird natural green smoothies AND I DONT WANT THAT 🤬

+ i dont like french people (jk)

5. Ighnihyde

listen

HEAR ME OUT

ik theyre all nerds and all they eat is instant ramen

BUT GREEK FOOD.

all for that greek yogurt 😩

idia doesn't know how to cook except for instant foods which i dont mind (he gets favourite character treatment)

ortho,,, questionable. He has access to the internet (aka infinite recipes) but would it taste good? hes like 10

6. Savanaclaw

sweaty men.

i should just leave it at that ngl

leona? rich ahh man (a GROWN man at that!! 20 whole years of age!!!) and he probably doesn't even know how to fry an egg

ruggie? no way he gives me anything good for free 😭

Jack is the only one i would trust, but man probably also drinks protein shakes and those sad chicken breast and rice meals.

7. Diasomnia

no thank you

i like my soul staying where it is.

i dont trust their magical food

lillia is not even my last choice if im ever hungry, he aint a choice AT ALL

Malleus... he probably doesn't know how to physically cook?? sure he can bibidi babidi boop me some food like the giant fairy godmother he is, but i want something real man 😔

Sebek... protein shake man...

Silver MUST know how to cook (living with lillia would be imposible if not) so if i HAD to, I would go to him, but i dont want him to fall asleep and faceplant on my food 😭

+ Characters Ranked in tiers! (students and teachers)

The best, five star Michelin food:

Jamil, Trey, Trein

You could be happy eating:

Vil, Epel, Floyd, Silver, Azul, Ruggie, Crewel

Its food:

Jack, Cater, idia (if making instant ramen) Ortho, Sam

its... food?:

Rook (seriously, where did he get that?), Jade, Ace, Deuce, Malleus (the food is uncorporeal), Sebek, Vargas

dubious taste, would rather not:

Riddle, Kalim, Leona (its just a slab of uncooked meat), Idia (if trying to cook real food)

call 911 BEFORE eating please:

Lillia, Grim, Crowley

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96nights · 1 month

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A/N: Sorry for the absence I’m currently doing an inter ship so here is a short fic, I haven’t t written in a while so it’s probably poor. Also for a quick warning I might start switching over form MXM to writing for trans fems. I’ll still write for male readers just not as much!! :3

tags: MxM, slow-burn, cutesy fic, smutish

Spencer mind his business per usual, in the small apartment you shared. You guys lived in a small part of Quantico, Virginia. Spencer claimed he liked the silence in the area, I mean the area was quiet the most you can hear is bikes on the roughy streets & The street lights Turning on and off and on and off- Honestly it was an area to think and the rent was cheap.

“Spence” You muttered in the kitchen attempting to reach the sage frying pan, Spencer chose all the accessories to make it homey. “Coming!” You hear him scutter on the floor boards and groan in response “How many times do I tell you to take off your shoes before entering?” you were already upset at work earlier but to come home to this made you more upset. With a poor attempt to calm down with deep breaths, Spencer put a hand on your shoulder grabbing the frying pan and leaning down to kiss your cheek. “I apologize I’ll try to make more of an effort” you hum at the apology.

“Did you unthaw the chicken?” Spencer shook his head no in response and you nodded “I got called in early in the morning after you left.” You have busy schedules. You were a school teacher in the other city and Spencer was a part of the BAU and you could afford to size up but you didn’t want to move closer into the city. “Oh, Did I tell you this case was about a guy who used the same methods as Anatoly Onoprienko?” Your face snarled in response “gross.” you were cooking rice and vegetables, something simple. While Spencer rambled. You liked listening to his ramblings and it gave you a feeling of euphoria.

When you finished cooking you made plates the way you guys preferred them, Spencer with medium size spoons and in bowls as it’s more comfortable for him and you like small decorative spoons on tiny plates. “Wanna watch a movie?” Spencer’s question catches you off guard “what?” you chuckled at the randomness of the question “I mean we haven’t had time to bond so…”

You shrugged “I mean yeah I’m not opposed to it” as the two of you walked to the living room you had a brown sofa with plushies on it and Spencer turned on a documentary of course he did. You snuggled in the crook of Spencer’s neck getting full after practically one bite and settling your plate down on the coffee table as Spencer ate everything quickly…You swear he eats for three. You feel his hand on your thigh but he never lifted his eyes from the screen as he slides his hand down your thigh and rubbed your knees in circles.

You had sweatpants on and a crew-neck something comfortable and he turned his head to you when the documentary needed “did you like it” you adjust yourself getting comfortable “mhm” As he kisses your forehead and then your cheek. You chuckled in response and he lifted your chin up “You’re so beautiful, stop putting so much stress on yourself” as he kissed you on the lips- It was just a peck but you felt warm inside after. You sat up straight and deepened the kiss.

During this intense make-out session everything was moving faster for the two of you Spencer pushing you down on the couch on top pulling away for air and muttering under his breath “so pretty, bubs.” As he moves down your jawline kissing your neck and sucking on the sensitive spots, Spencer removes the crew neck off of you being careful not to be too rough but also not to be slow.

Spence was kissing down your chest as he got your happy trail and removed your sweats and boxer’s kissing the top of your dick than all around it “Don’t tease me…” you murmur as he gives you kitten licks. Spencer licks every vein on your cock before taking you whole and the tiny hums causing vibrations on it. As Spencer swallows you whole you dig your fingers into his scalp arching your back groaning

#criminal minds fanfiction #x male reader #im back #male reader insert #spencer x reader #spencer reid x male reader #mgg

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invisibleraven · 7 months

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"put the icing DOWN." for Rulie plz and thank you

One thing that was widely known about Reggie was his voracious appetite. Alongside that was his pretty big sweet tooth-a sweet tooth that was currently craving something sugary.

But unfortunately it was also the day before they usually got groceries, so there was precious little to satisfy him. No cookies, no chocolate aside from the baking stuff that was not tasty in the slightest-Reggie had figured out that the wrong way.

He rummaged through the fridge-there was fruit, but that was the wrong kind of sweet. Frozen yogurt was a possibility, but it tended to give him brain freeze, and that outweighed it giving a sugar high.

Then he spied a bowl stuck in the back, and lifting the plastic wrap, he beamed. Bingo! A whole bowl of icing, cream cheese if his nose wasn't mistaken-his favourite.

He took it out, and debated getting a spoon, but he figured his fingers were good enough. He was about to stick one in but then he heard a cough from the doorway, and turning around he saw Julie glaring at him.

"Put the icing DOWN," she stated firmly.

"I wasn't gonna eat it all," he whined.

"That is for tia's birthday cake," Julie said. "So if you want to explain to her why her cake doesn't have icing, go right ahead."

Reggie shivered and quickly put the bowl back in the fridge. He loved Julie's aunt, don't get him wrong, but she was not to be trifled with, and no one got between Victoria Alvarez and her cake.

"Why were you going to eat the icing anyways?" Julie asked as she got a glass of juice to drink.

"Wanted something sweet, that was all I could find," Reggie admitted.

Julie hummed, her look still a little judgemental. "Well at least you didn't try to eat the cake."

"I didn't even see the cake," Reggie said quietly.

Julie opened the fridge and pulled out a big round thing covered in foil. "It needs to warm up just a little anyways. How about I frost it and you can lick the icing bowl when I'm done?"

"Got anything I can nibble on until then?" Reggie asked, then leered at Julie. "Or I can nibble on you."

"Maybe later sweetie," Julie replied. "But if you look all the way in the back of the cupboard, behind the spaghetti noodles, there might just be a package of Milanos hidden there."

"You have hidden cookies?" Reggie asked, hand to his heart, a mock gasp in his voice.

"With how often you get the munchies and snacky, do you blame me?" Julie asked him. "Be thankful I'm ling to share."

"You got any other hiding place?" Reggie asked as he took down the box, offering Julie a cookie before munching on his own.

"None I'm willing to tell you about," Julie replied before taking a bite of her cookie. "Now do you wanna help me ice the cake or start supper?"

"Supper, I took some chicken out this morning for a stir fry," Reggie replied. "Save me the bowl though."

"You know it," Julie replied, taking the icing out once more, and when Reggie turned away to wash his hands, swiped a finger full of the stuff, smiling at the sweet flavour.

Hey, what Reggie didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Plus maybe if she managed to save enough icing, they could have fun with the rest.

Though she wasn't able to look her tia in the eye when she proclaimed the icing the best part of the cake the next day. But the smile and small blush on Reggie's face was totally worth it.

#filled prompts #ficlet #rulie #rulie relajante #julie and the phantoms

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kingmagnificoofrosas · 3 months

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I’m gonna list some foods, you guys tell us if you’d eat it or pass!

• pizza

• chicken

• hashbrowns

• chips

• I really like chips

• honey chicken with Mac and cheese

• jam donuts

And any food you guys wanna take you can! If you just wanna give your opinion that’s all good too 👍💙

"Here we go again. More food." *leans back in chair*

"Don't look at me! I wasn't like - Oh, I eat like a starved T-Rex every day!"

"Did you just compare me to a dinosaur?"

"Your appetite! When you're very hungry you go grrrrr."

"Well ..."

"Grrrrr, I want steak, rrrrr!"

"Stop it, baby crocodile!" *pushes my shouler in amusement*

"Garrrrrr! Steaaaak!" 🦖

"Julie!"

😝 "Ok, ok! Fine! Let's do this!" 😃 "Pizza ... eh, I will eat it if I must but it's definitely not my favourite. Pass."

"What's a pizza?"

"Relatively modern dish from italy. Flat dough, traditionally with tomato-sauce, mozzarella cheese and basil. However, these days it comes in many more versions. Salami sausage, cheese, mushrooms ... honestly, sometimes they put the craziest things on pizza."

*shrugs shoulders* "I'll try it." *takes a slice* "Oh! Is ... is it supposed to ... be that floppy?"

😂 "Yes. Original italian pizza. Don't get me started on the disgusting frozen ones. Big yikes! Try folding both sides to the middle, like a sandwich. Its easier to eat that way."

*eats* "That is very interesting! It's good."

"Ok, next! Chicken? YES!"

"Yes!"

*laugh* "Chicken in any shape or form right? Speaking of modern food! Remember the chicken nuggets I had this one anon make us?"

"Oh, yes! You got good taste for being such a picky eater!" 😏

"Pfff, very charming. Thank you Magnifico!"

"You're welcome dear." 😌 "Now what are hashbrowns? Some sort of animal?"

*snort* 🤣 "Ahahaha! Yes, beware the potato! Very dangerous! It's natural habitat is the field and at night it goes out to hunt handsome kings!"

"Don't be silly!"

"It's made out of potatos!"

"I figured as far."

"Basically, grated potatos that get fried."

"Again the frying?" *tries* "Somewhat boring compared to the other things."

"Not my favourite either. If my Dad makes them however, I make sure to dip them into a sauce or something. Mayonaise, ketchup, anything!"

"Chips." *inspects the bowl*

"Magnifico!"

"Hm?"

"No scientific examination!"

*chuckles* "Don't worry. I was just looking."

"Yeah, by now I know that expression!"

"What do you mean?"

"You know ... the ... the thing you do with your eyebrows, that, that hyper focus thing! Like so-"

*laughs* "If you do that you remind me of an angry kitten."

"An angry kitten can bite as well. Anyway! Ohhh nachos with cheese dip! Or guacamole!"

*tries* "Yes, I can understand people liking this!"

"Ok, lets see .... Honey-chicken and mac and cheese. OUHHH, Mac'n cheese!!"

"More cheese?"

"Never enough cheese!"

"I can order us a cheese plate."

"Yes please!! Oh and anything noodles is a win for me!"

"Who knew."

"Try spagetti and we're talking!"

"Jam donuts." *tries* 😳 *puts them to the side slowly* "Shhht! You never saw a thing!"

"Uhm ... weren't there like, donuts or something?"

"What donuts? There were donuts?"

🤨 "Jam filled buns? Raspberry and strawberry jam filled fried dough?"

😐

*opens hand* ☺️🫴🏼

*groan* "Fine! Here you go!"

"Thank you!" 😁 *eyes the donut for a moment and then gives it back* "You can have them all."

😧 "Why?"

"Because."

"Because what?"

"Because, because!" *looks to the side* "Puppy eyes."

"What was that?"

"Eat your stupid donuts and don't ask!"

*chuckles* "I was joking. Please, I won't eat them if I can't share them with you. I'll feel bad."

"Awww. Fine. Just one then. They're calorie bombs!"

*looks at you* "Thank you for the food!"

#interacting with magnifico #anon answered

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ask-owletta · 1 year

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Guess who's back?

The five memes come back. They must like hanging out with ya.

First request for both Owletta and Bunmin, wanna take a look at some Troll Physics? (You can look up more.)

Trollface: Pretty good eh?

Second thing: Here.

(Gives you both KFC.)

It's meat, soooooo......wanna try?

And final thing.

What's your favorite genre of music?

K that's all, bye! Let's go guys.

Owletta and Bunmin: *giggle enjoying Toll physics*

Owletta: *studies the breaded chicken scrupulously before turning to Bunmin after hearing a slight crunch*

Bunmin: *looks at Owletta and peoples who are reading* What, despite being a bunny…I’m an omnivore. After all I do just be a representation of my real life counterpart. *blushes at continued staring*

Owletta: *looks down at the food once more before biting into it. She hums in bliss at the flavor* Ok, that’s awesome! Tes, why does your world have such good food?

Bunmin: *giggles* We use seasonings, and this stuff is called fried chicken, you coat the chicken in breadcrumbs or batter, and put it in a pot of boiling oil to fry it.

Owletta: *chirps with excited enthusiasm, and pulls a notebook and pencil seemingly out of no where* Teach me the ways of your world please!

Bunmin: *laughs* I can’t teach you everything, as I don’t know how everything works, but I’ll teach you more out of the asks.

Owletta: *blushes deeply, putting the notebook and pencil down on a nearly invisible table against the white void* Right, right…*looks back at the questions* Well as far as music, I think it would be called folk music, or festival like music. It’s not like I’ve heard music too much outside of stuff played with flutes, violins, ect. And Tesla hasn’t introduced me to other music yet, though she’s working on it, so I’ll keep you posted.

Bunmin: *nods* Sorry I’ve been meaning to.

Owletta: *shakes her head, letting out a soft hoot* No worries, you’re doing your best.

Bunmin: *smiles brightly, as they descend into conversations about Bunmins home world*

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robertdowneyjjr · 1 year

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Tell me about a part of a WIP where a character eats or sleeps (if you wanna) ❤️

hi!! i haven’t received asks in a while so this was a lovely surprise, thank you!

i don’t have a lot of WIPs and most of them are literally, like, a paragraph. BUT here is one that i started over a year ago called all the time in his world, which was the original basis for what i’d ended up writing for stony loves steve 2022. essentially, i realized that a lot of people tend to write tony as someone whose love language is physical touch or gift giving, but i wanted to explore the idea of quality time being his love language because, well. lots of reasons, really. so this was written in steve’s POV as he gets to know tony throughout the mcu, canon compliant, except for the bit where i made it stevetony and decided to conveniently ignore the deaths in endgame 😌

here’s a lil snippet from the shawarma scene, where steve begins to really see tony:

They should be helping with cleanup. Perhaps lending a hand with search and rescue. Or maybe they should have each gone directly back to bed to sleep off the post-battle exhaustion. They’d earned it, after all. But Stark had insisted on trying out the shawarma place he’d happened to come across in the middle of fighting the Chitauri, so here they are.

Now, Steve has always been one for post-battle downtime, but sitting in a half-destroyed restaurant that serves only shawarma—something he’d only just heard of thirty minutes ago—is not his typical idea of R&R.

To be fair, the food is delicious. Sadly, Steve finds it difficult to fully appreciate the burst of flavors across his tongue when he’s too drained to even lift his head up from where it rests against his fist. Not to mention the air conditioning in the place is busted from the battle; Steve, still in his uniform, feels increasingly uncomfortable the longer he stays in the enclosed space of the restaurant, with only the open door and broken windows letting in the slightest breeze that barely soothes him from the stifling summer heat of New York.

He picks up a soggy french fry and swipes it across the puddle of ketchup in front of him. As he lazily munches away, he takes stock of the ragtag team of Avengers gathered around him. Everyone looks just as tired as he feels. On his right, Romanoff and Barton are huddled close together with one of his legs claiming half her chair, each pushing bits of food back and forth to encourage one another to eat. Thor sits on Steve’s other side, sluggish in his movements but steadily packing away the super-sized pita Stark had ordered for him, humming with delight every few bites he takes. Across from Steve, Banner is halfway through his meal, quietly satiating his hunger after all the smashing he had done as the Other Guy.

Stark, despite being the one to suggest the post-battle meal, has hardly touched the food set down in front of him. Steve watches as the man looks around the restaurant, slowly chewing away as if eating is just an afterthought. Their gazes catch, and although Stark looks like he’s ready to fall asleep at any moment, there’s a bright glimmer behind his eyes as he offers Steve a small grin. Before he can reciprocate, Stark has already turned away, nudging Banner and offering the rest of his chicken wrap to his fellow scientist.

An hour later, the table has been cleared and Steve is more than ready to go back to his apartment, wash the soot and grime off his body. The six of them are standing in a circle outside the restaurant, about to say their goodbyes, when Stark speaks up.

“That was fun. We should definitely come back sometime.”

The team had barely talked during the meal. After a short discussion of what was worth trying on the menu, they had quickly descended into an admittedly comfortable silence once the food had arrived. Nonetheless, it hardly ranks in the top ten of Steve’s most enjoyable social gatherings, and that includes all those times when he was still a shrimpy kid tagging along on Bucky’s dates.

Between his description of the early dinner they just shared and his calling the battle a party, Stark sure has some strange standards when it comes to what counts for entertainment these days. Steve really doesn’t have the energy to unpack all of the billionaire’s eccentricities though, so all he can do is reply in kind to what he’s certain is an empty promise on Stark’s part: “Absolutely. Maybe on a day when we’re not all dead on our feet?”

The smile that Stark responds with catches Steve by surprise. It’s blinding, full of hope, and wider than the one that was bestowed upon him while they were eating. Steve thinks, for the first time since they met, he’s finally said the right thing to Tony.

#oof i haven’t thought about this WIP in so long but i really want to finish it #….at some point lol #stony #stevetony #kay writes things #anonymous #ask

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gatsby-system-folks · 11 months

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I've got 4 recipes hereeeee

Are you telling me a mixed vegetables fried this rice

Get your vegetables. I used frozen vegetables like a loser but any vegetables oughtta work. Steamed broccoli would be good. Green beans, carrots, and corn was what I used and it slapped.

Make some rice (boil water, add about half as much rice with the understanding that rice grows, simmer for for 10-15 minutes or until it's about as soft as you want it LOOK AT ME: POKE IT WITH A SPOON DO NOT TOUCH THE BOILING RICE WITH YOUR FINGER, fluff and serve)

Butter a frying pan and heat it

Put the rice and veg in the frying pan and let them heat up for a short while. They'll sound pretty when it's ready.

Then crack in an egg.

And scramble it.

I always make my fried rice pretty soft cooked but you can get it crispy if so desired

Easy on the soy sauce. Use sesame seed oil too.

In total, including clean up and buffer time it takes about an hour, but it could take longer or shorter depending on how fast you cook.

Boujee botato burrito

This one's stupid

But it tastes GOOD

Prepare some steak fries however you like to prepare stake fries. I deep fry and my mama bakes them. Air fryer, pan fried, cooked over an open flame idc.

Get a tortilla. Not a tiny one either, we're working with steak fries here.

Here me out. I know this is stupid but AMERICAN CHEESE is actually best in this case. It's got a good texture. And juuuust enough flavor to compliment and give the burrito a little grounding without becoming a main aspect of the dish.

So put your tortilla on your Large Heating Surface Of Choice, I use a grill but whatevers big enough, a frying pan would work, and toast it and melt the cheese a little.

Then put on your fries.

Then, and I need a citation for this because I do not know the exact combination of herbs but use Cajun seasoning. Look up badia cajun seasoning and use that. Or season to taste, you want a slightly sweet and spicy blend, kinda like the seasoning on a barbecue chip but more Green and Yellow

Then top it with romaine lettuce and wrap it.

Or other lettuce or maybe spinach, but you don't want to overload the flavor.

This one takes much less time, the longest part is cooking the fries, I'd say about 20 minutes total, even with clean up.

It tastes.. in the same ballpark as a gyro. Not the same at all, but like if a gyro had a cousin from Weeki Wochi Springs (and... that's pretty accurate actually. As someone who is intimately familiar with the Really Sweaty parts of florida and is reasonably familiar with our next door flood buddy (louisianna) and the food from both places. Look if you've ever been to Natchitoches, LA and try food from there you'll know what I mean)

Thor's comfort food

That's a fucking stupid name sorry

It's soup. So we're clear.

This is borderline stew, and is something to make to feed you for several days, it's very hearty.

And this is a leftover soup! But it doesn't have to be you can make it fresh if you want to.

But chop up some fries and chicken (I used leftover steak fries and chicken tenders, which have a story behind them but not for here, I'm not that southern)

Put them in a deep pot with some butter to start getting them warm. The chicken needs to be all the way cooked beforehand, this is where the leftover part comes in handy. The steak fries less so but yk

When they're warm and popping a little, add a can of cream of chicken soup, milk, cheddar and mozzarella cheese, SALT, chili seasoning, a shake of Tony chachere's, (that's pronounced SaShaRay's if you wanna ask for it at a grocery store), and a dash of honey mustard.

Let it warm and mingle on high heat until it tastes super good.

Put aside and make some rice (sea above). Yellow or brown rice would be SO GOOD with this, especially yellow rice. I only had white on hand tho loll

Mix the rice into the soup, and heat it up again to serving temp.

I'd serve it with some nutty bread. Not pumpernickel or white bread. Rye would be good. Or even just some standard wheat bread. Maybe some cheddar biscuits or cornbread lol.

This one takes much longer just by nature, I'd give it an hour to an hour and a half, clean up included.

This one doesn't have a name right now lol

Goat cheese

Blueberries

Honey

Rosemary if you're a homestuck (or have good taste in herbs)

Put it in a (oven safe) bowl or even straight on some thick bread (foccacia would work well. That's fecasha if you've never seen the word written out. Horse divorce).

Put it in the oven, or better, a toaster oven (not a microwave)

Heat it until the berries and goat cheese get soft

Blend it all together

Serve..

It takes maybe 15mins

#soup recipe #soup recipes #recipes #recipe #cooking #experimental cooking #i guess thats a good tag #~ chevy #food #food mention

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humbletumblecrudi · 2 years

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Hope i do this right been wanting to for awhile >_<

Leona and my oc Tarak

Tarak flirt about Leona's hair in the middle of food argument about bacon vs ham and Leona not catching it til alittle after and trying to not think about it but face showing he is.

If i didn't do this right let me know..

You did perfectly fine, Hinata! (人*´∀｀) I loved this request so much I deliberated on it all night before I started writing this! I love Tarak, and I give you a special drabble!

Synopsis: Ah, so Savanaclaw is up for another Spelldrive Tournament? Leona, of course, refuses to lose to Malleus, and makes a dietary choice for the kitchen...

Ships: Leona × Tarak (Silent-Dragon's OC)

✧*∴🌃∶*.✧ Leona could feel his eye twitching as he tried to go back to sleep, but the man at his side in bed was keeping him awake with such a petty argument. Leona was laying on his back and underneath his comforter and sheets, when he heard his boyfriend huff in his ear.

Leona's ear flutters at the exhale, and gripes out loud. "My final answer is no, go to sleep Tarak…"

Tarak, a Savanaclaw student not even two years his junior, had his arms around Leona's stomach as they had tried to wind down for sleep. But after planning the dinner for the autumn season and upcoming Spelldrive Training regiment, they had a bit of a fight after Ruggie had left. About food, no less…

"I don't see why we can't have bacon for the food platters on the day before; it's meat, it's pork, and it's easy to make!" Leona hears Tarak on his left, and the navy haired timber wolf sounds genuinely upset. "Not to mention you took it off the menus for a week before the regimen starts! That sounds a bit unfair…"

Leona slowly opens his eyes to give a tired, annoyed glare at Tarak. The timber wolf to his left was snuggled up to him, and curled up on his body from actually attempting to rest… then starting to sign in his ear. And Tarak's barely larger height benefits him in that situation.

Leona started with a sigh, "It's not like I'm starving you, Wolfy. It's one item; you still have chicken, buffalo, seafood, hamー"

"Ham is allowed! But bacon is pork too!"

"You know it's different!" Leona huffs. "That's like comparing… cumin powder and ginger, I don't know…" Leona really doesn't care about that comparison anymore, so he shakes his head.

"But why are you doing all this all of a sudden?" Tarak asked as he sat up slowly. His face actually moves in concern and confusion, and Leona could see hints of anger for something or another. But he was too tired to think of what. "You're so ready to use underhanded tactics, I almost expected you to be joking about helping the other members with their training."

Leona goes quiet and he stares at the timber wolf above him,and his face muscles slacken as he retreats from the conversation. Leona had put his foot down,and clearly wasn't letting it go. And Tarak's features tighten as Leona lets go, and Leona knows another fight could break out: Tarak hates when Leona becomes unreadable and retreats from an issue… but Leona was so tired, and it wasn't up for debate.

The cabinets have been stripped of bacon, syrups that were all sugar, deep frying ingredients, and other foods that he knew were overindulging or made his men lethargic. He didn't take much else off the list, and it wasn't as bad as Pomefiore's list of banned foods… but it was fine, in the name of pride.

"... As I've said; I don't care about food choices or this-that when we're not potentially facing Diasomnia in the coming weeks. This Spelldrive will be the one, I'm sure…" Leona's words sounded condescending, but not at Tarak. Something deep in his head he must be fighting, or someone. Leona rolls over fully, turning his back to Tarak in bed. "Go back to sleep. I don't wanna talk anymore."

There was silence after that, but he knew that Tarak was staring at his back with intensity. Tarak didn't say a word as he slowly laid back down behind Leona, and Leona began to close his eyes. His chest gave a pang of loneliness as the heat from his lover sapped from his skin,but nothing can help it anymore…

Leona feels his muscles start to relax as he starts to forcibly induce sleep, when he feels hands in his hair.

Leona doesn't jump, but he does stiffen at the shoulders as Tarak messes with his hair and plays with it. He can feel the slightly taller wolf's heat come against his back, and feels a hand round his hip to hold him gently. The hand in his hair twirls, tugs, combs through it and Leona believes he could just fall asleep again…

When he feels the hand sweep his hair away from his neck and back, and he feels a mouth kiss and blow hot air across his neck. Leona stiffens at the tickling sensation, but Tarak draws Leona back against him from the hand on the hip to kiss deeper against his neck and shoulders.

"T-Tarak, you shit…" Leona cusses as he turns away from where he tried to look at Tarak, his face heating as he tries to bury his face into his pillows to get away.

If he could turn around, he was sure that damn thumping would be Tatak's tail wagging against the bed! Tarak huffs and smiles as he nuzzles into Leona's neck. "If I could see your face, I'm sure it'd be red, kitty-cat…"

Tarak feels Leona jump, and then next thing he knows: he feels a pillow hit his head!

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Leona Kingscholar #silent-dragon #OC #Other's OCs #TWST OC's #x OC #Twisted Wonderland x OC #TWST x OC #Leona Kingscholar x OC #Leona Kingscholar x Tarak Joshi #Male OC

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tohokuu · 2 years

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i wanna get back to reading so i'll start with your work when i get the chance to 🥲

and yes, yess I completely understand. my issue is i hyper fixate on smth for a few months and then find smth new to spend my time on, and find it so hard to go back to doing what I did previously

what's your fav genre to write?

awww. please don’t read my older works 😭 i can give good recs of mine if you want

OMG you do that too ?? 😭😭 i do that and then try to go back to an old hobby and then wonder why i can’t do it. i cook a lot and every since i’ve come to pakistan, i just can’t do anything right in the kitchen but i ordered buldak ramen and i’m gonna stir fry them tmw with chicken and bell peppers so i hope it turns out good …

my favorite genre to write is actually horror/gore.

i cant write it as often bc a lot of people don’t read it here but i love writing serial killers au’s and characters that are morally ambiguous. my new fallen angel seonghwa fic is gonna be like that 😭 but ive really enjoyed writing this and all that matters to me is that i enjoy what i’m writing since it’s my blog after all

i also love LOVE writing angst. it’s so fun when i get all those comments saying “why would you do that ???”

i mostly write smut tho, which i hate so </3 terribly ironic 😭

i checked your work, you mostly write sfw works ! i saw your jongho lifeguard fic and just 😩😩😩 i’m looking forward to reading that siren fic soon tho !

#cotton <3 #hades asks {💡}

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onetuffbunny · 2 years

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when i was a kid, my parents fed me alphabet soup a lot, the kind that comes in a can.

people think there’s something actually called campbell’s alphabet soup but that doesn’t exist and never did. as a society, we made up a soup name. they’ve got tomato a to z’s. don’t have those a lot in this household. my kid’s afraid of the color red. when i make spaghetti, i just give him noodles and butter and a lil bit of dried parsley. he doesn’t like alfredo. i did like the cheese and pepper thing, you know what i’m talking about, but he decided that pepper is too spicy. tried doing veggie pasta with a bit of broccoli and stuff but he would not take the bait. i basically spend 90% of my life trying to get children to eat vegetables. do you know how hard this is. the only thing i can get him to consistently eat is grapes and fruit gummies and chips. like wtf dude, you cannot just eat chips, you gotta eat some leafs every once and awhile, man was not put on this earth to eat chips alone. honestly the only reason i’m eating human food at this point is so i can leave my plate out and hope he steals off of it when i’m not looking, which is maybe training a preschooler to be a food thief but like whatever man, you gotta do what you gotta do with little kids, they’re like little drunk people that rely on you. his pediatrician says he’s healthy, so i guess i’m doing something right.

anyway.

they got a vegetable soup with alphabet letters in it but it’s not actually called alphabet soup. that’s not on the label. it also sucks. i think there was a chicken alphabet but idk if it’s still around. canned meat kinda grosses me out. you know it’s got a lot of shit in it to make it shelf-stable. don’t get me wrong, i have eaten my fair share of hot dogs and tuna in a can and spam in my life, but generally speaking, i don’t buy a lot of meat anyway. kind of the ‘living off the land’ type. i got a root cellar and everything. if i can’t hunt or fish it, don’t really wanna eat it (also brisket is expensive lol) but you can’t hunt dinosaur shaped chicken nuggies in the wild. anyway, if i buy meat, it’s not meat in a can. unless it’s spam. my first for-realsies boyfriend (idk leonard or whatever, makes me sound like a dick for not remembering, but i was like 20 and suuuuper depressed, this being before i learned my current rabbit styles) taught me how to make the breakfast of kings, which is frying up some garlic rice and then you fry up spam and however many fried eggs you want. pretty dope if i say so myself. terrible for your cholesterol. i mean, i don’t give a shit about stuff like that though, i figure the stuff i eat is probably the least damaging thing i’ve done to my body tbh. before i got into nsfw enterprises, i was in the wrestling scene and let me tell you something. no shit that all that shit is scripted out and who wins has been decided on beforehand, like, did you think the undertaker really has magic powers, no, he’s a republican, but even still, that does not mean that you don’t get hurt for realsies sometimes. like. yeah, obviously you learn how to take moves and sell them so they look like they’ve knocked the wind out of you but really you’re fine, like, i can fuckin sell, i was good at that (for the record, i was a heel, butcher jack was one mean son of a bitch, butcher jack still is but that character sure as hell ain’t a wrasslin persona anymore unless you use very specific definitions of wrestling lololol) but i was a little dummy and i was in the shady as fuck backyard hardcore scene and let me tell you what. i got scars from barbed wire. i got a scar from a flaming table. i got scars from glass. shit hurted. career was brief but glorious but also i really like having money to pay rent, so i took my career in a different direction that requires about the same amount of clothing lololol. sometimes i think about the career i could’ve had, like, damn i could’ve been kenny alpha, but there’s no point in dwelling on uncertain possibilities. you gotta drive forth into tomorrow.

anyway, enough about wrestling, we’re talking about soup.

growing up, money was tight because my mom was like a lunch lady or something, i really do not remember, and my dad was in the army, idk what rank, we don’t talk, and more importantly, i have a metric fuckton of brothers and exactly one sister because my ma wanted a daughter real bad so she could dress her up and kept going until she finally got one but guess what ma, you could’ve dressed me up. she grew up to be real boyish based off of social media postings, so i guess ma never got what she really wanted. point is, you can’t have that many kids and have any money unless you’re a millionaire and/or commit tax fraud, which usually goes hand in hand. idk i only know one millionaire and i’m pretty sure he’s not committing tax fraud and it’s like whoa, i literally cannot conceive of how you live, you have a fucking candy room just for candy, wild. he keeps offering me jobs but idk, mixing friendship and work historically ends poorly. i do some modeling work for him sometimes though but like for t-shirts and shit, don’t get the wrong idea here. incidentally, if you need a male model (or like male adjacent, i do not even know how to define my gender, all the muscles and shit is just a form of drag, i am not masc, i am a rabbit), hit me up & we can discuss pricing. my availability is pretty much whenever.

as you might expect, we ate a lot of highly processed stuff designed by some guy in a labcoat somewhere: lots of potpies, hamburgie helper & his cousin tunie fish helper, about any tv dinner you want as long as it’s from the cheap section (i am still a connoisseur of kid cuisine, there’s just something about those brownies that just hits the spot), various mixes to put on pork chops, maccy cheese, whatnot and whatnot and whatnot. chief among this was soup. now, campbell’s soup today is like what, a buck-fifty? something like that. idk i haven’t picked any up in a long time. this being Days of Yore (the 80s/90s), it was probably like fifty cents or something. given that each can stretches to a couple people, you just need a few and you have enough to feed a big as fuck family for cheap. since my ma wanted to make sure we got our veggies in, she fed us a lot of the veggie soup with alphabet letters. a lot.

thing is, i hated that stuff. couldn’t stand it. it’s a taste thing, sure, but it was mostly a texture thing. me & my son are on the same brainwave when it comes to Bad Textures. i could not fucking deal with it. i mean, who the fuck wants to eat a mushy carrot. i would rather die than eat a mushy carrots. disgusting. gross. no. i got fed this once, maybe twice a week, each and every week, and i was always like “i am going to die if i eat this, you are poisoning me, this is awful, i am perishing,” like, i did not want to eat this shit and i still don’t because veggie soup in a can is disgraceful. i can make my own veggie soup and it’s bomb as hell, but that shit sucks.

this drove my mother bonkers. rather than see it as a sign of the eventual brainstate that psychologists love exploring (i have given psychiatrists so much of my money over the years), she saw it as a sign that i would become a wild child, which like. i did. i did do that. i don’t know why anyone was surprised by that. if you keep telling someone they’re difficult, don’t be surprised if they turn out difficult out of sheer fuckin spite. don’t know what they expected. like damn, if i keep getting accused of doing drugs & crimes, might as well become a massive stoner doing vandalism, you know what i mean? i think the only thing that surprised them was the bisexual antics (for the record, i’m gay but i did not know this in the 90s, mad respect to all my bi brethren, sorry to all the girls i got with, it was me and not you) and like i’m still pretty sure my mom thinks that any relationship i’ve ever had, man or woman, was done specifically to piss her off, haha. when i tell people i was a teenage runaway & about my parents (very catholic), they assume i ran off due to gay reasons but honestly, that was a lot lower on the list than you might think. my teenage years were a trip. by the way, protip: stay in school, make sure you got a bank account no one else can access, don’t run off with nothing in your pockets.

so she was like “[INSERT LEGAL NAME HERE] (not a deadname, just not y’all’s business), this is your favorite soup. you love this soup. eat your favorite soup. you always tell me this is your favorite.” and i was like “no, this soup is shit. it’s not my favorite.” and she was always like “no, this is your most favorite soup in the whole wide world and you’re eating it.” this would go on and sometimes i’d eat the soup just to shut her up. one day when i’m like six or whatever, still a little kid, she’s like “you can’t get up from the table unless you eat your soup” and i’m like “no fuck that, i wanna go watch ninja turtles” or whatever i watched when i was six, idk when that came out. but i’m like six, so i have to it at the table. now, i was stubborn as shit as a kid. i sat there like an entire hour or however long. i was not budging and i was not eating the soup. eventually, my mother got out the airplane spoon, the one i had when i was a toddler, and she’s like “nyoom, nyoom, better open up, just eat this bite and you can leave, there’s the airplane to give you your most favorite soup in the whole world.”

anyway, long story short, she was just putting words in my mouth.

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Peahen mom are you ok??? What happened??? Can you tell us?

((.....Don't worry dear, I just had a really long long LONG day from work:

~Despite from the rude customers having the need to whine and complain about simple things. Rushing you when you tell them your the only one in the department for a few hours and doing your best to get to them.

~Being yelled at by people or some constantly asking if your the only one in the department. You tell them I'm the ONLY ONE in the department because another co-worker decided to quit on us.

~having a pile of orders to do and trying to finish them on time. Though that sets someone back to having to stay even longer just to finish and get the hot bar fixed up three times. We have 400 pieces of chicken needed to be cook and on the same time too. I was suppose to get off at 3 but went overtime due to trying to finish the damn order, help customers, and all that annoying crap.

~ Someone taking all the food in the hot bar and others now shouting at us so more food had to be made. It takes a while to cook but they didn't give a shit. They only wanted their food.

~Getting small burns on my hands and arms or popped b hot cooking oil trying to fry F***** chicken..and still getting lovely complaints from customers thinking they can take all the hot food we just cooked. It don't work that way.

~As I said it was one hell of a day....*sighs*

I'm sore, tired, have a headache and I'm sick of looking at chicken for today. I know this is stupid to hear but that's how long of a day I had. It seriously makes me wanna just get a freaking gun and blow my brains out from these people. I mean, they can't blame me for it. I do what I can and I'm only one fu**** person! I'm not a robot! Just....*Sighs pinching bridge of nose* Either way, I'm fine..Just tired and annoyed but I'm just fine.

I do wish to say that to you and others, I'm not angry at any of you dears..just...my job tends to be a pain.))

Silver butterfly mun/Peahen mom

#OOC #scattered silver rose petals #ask answered #mun answered #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #ask-the-monster-nest #tw: depression #tw: anger #tw: self hate

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