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wing-ed-thing · 9 months

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Konoha 12 Domestic/Spousal Headcanons

Tags/Warnings: No Reader Pronouns, Boruto Doesn't Exist, No Mentions of Children/Adoption

Completed versions of these headcanons will be linked on the character's name.

𓆃 Choji

THE BEST COOK ON THIS LIST NO ONE CAN COMPARE

Loves bonding over cooking and baking— whatever you like! If there's anything you're ever craving, Choji is taking to the kitchen to make you a gourmet meal as good as any professional chef!

Prime rib, lamb, tartare, croissants, macarons, soups! It doesn't matter your allergies or preferences, Choji can and will make you any food your heart desires.

Offers excellent cuddles. 11/10 squishy and soft.

Is very understanding, a fantastic listener, and naturally positive.

Never lets the romance l die, and after a hard day at work, will feed you ice cream while you rant about your day.

𓆃 Hinata

Traditional wife who has always wanted to be a traditional wife since she was a kid.

Content with cooking, doing laundry, and other domestic work.

Although, because of the society and the way she was brought up, she might feel insecure transitioning out of shinobi life.

While being made to feel weak isn't something Hinata is a stranger to, she is sensitive to comments from others about her domestic life.

Be sure to give her lot of reassurance and validate her work around the house.

𓆃 Ino

Also wanted to be a wife growing up, but the stay-at-home life is clearly not for her.

She'll try it for a period of time after your wedding or union, but she's far too restless for cooking and cleaning.

You supposed that she thought it would be relaxing and aesthetic, but if anything, she's getting frustrated and throwing the potato across the kitchen as soon as it slips out of her hand.

Ino will eventually find important work to do, come home to complain about it over dinner, and buy you something nice in a half-brag about how much more money she's making.

This is, of course, not to say she's bad at housework or doesn't do her share. She's perfectly good at domestic work and does the bulk of it, but the moment you expect it from her is the moment she stops.

𓆃 Kiba

A slob who, if allowed, will live in heaps of trash.

For the bulk of his 20s, he'll be super unsure of the whole settling down thing. You could make a whole bingo chart out of the cliche bachelor lines he spouts.

I'm not really a marriage kinda guy. I don't wanna tie myself down to a ball and chain. I just wanna meet people. I'm looking for someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously. Nah, I'm not looking for a relationship.

That is... until one day he wakes up and desperately wants a family of his own. To an extreme extent. Like his expectations are absolutely insane.

As a husband, you'll need to reevaluate those and have a nice long chat because at the beginning of your relationship he will certainly not be pulling his weight.

𓆃 Lee

Sweet, clingy, loving and sincere man.

Ah, you are the sun, the moon, and the world to Lee. He is constantly thinking of or doing the sweetest possible thing he possibly could for you at any given hour of the day.

Is his execution great? You'd give it a 50/50. Does he ever take a break? NO.

Whether it's breakfast in bed or going on a grocery run to get it off your plate, you're sure to have to put out one fire and learn how to use 20 carrots in your meal prep for the week.

He really tries his best, he just gets a little excited.

𓆃 Naruto

Another slob, although well intended.

Naruto never had a formal family growing up, and so he has little ideas of what's expected.

Much of his idea of what a partnership should be comes from media or stupid things that Shikamaru probably told him on the playground growing up, so you'll have to work together as a team to set expectations.

A lot of what he does for you is in his language (you have to learn that him making you both ramen cups is indeed a romantic gesture for him), but he loves exploring things that you like!

Naruto explores your likes and hobbies in a very genuine and non-performative way. Sharing things you enjoy together will be the foundation of your relationship.

𓆃 Neji

You'll spend your first year of marriage focused heavily on strict boundaries, expectations, and other couples work.

The way Neji was brought up completely fractured his sense of family. Not to mention, no matter what you're like Neji will certainly have to fight with his family in a silent battle over clan politics.

Because even though the Hyuga clan has stopped certain practices, doesn't mean that everyone in the clan is in mutual agreement or share similar attitudes with each other.

This will be a marriage built on structure and meaningful confrontation. Neji is determined to break the cycles of his family to make a healthy life with you.

𓆃 Sakura

Wasn't sure if she'd end up with a partner. She really wanted it, but with everything that happened in her life, she had her doubts.

Most definitely too hard on herself. Sakura pushes herself to almost fall over you to ensure you're pleased. Whether it's housework or cooking, there's a part of her that feels the need to prove her work ethic.

It's the small things with Sakura. Even after a long day at work, she'll still bring you your favorite home for dinner, even if the place is out of the way. She'll stay up an hour later to spend time with you even if she has an early morning.

𓆃 Sasuke

An ironic mix between Naruto and Sakura.

As a kid, Sasuke 100% wanted to be a husband when he grew up. 100% wanted to have a spouse to provide for and had similar dreams that some kids often do when they think about families.

But after the Uchiha Tragedy, much of Sasuke's outlook about his future has been skewed. Any relationship will start off as rather unstable and you can almost count on Sasuke being emotionally distant

It's about how the two of you work through his baggage and his willingness to be vulnerable.

𓆃 Shikamaru

Surprisingly well-adjusted?

He knows how to do basic life skills. Pulls his weight and sometimes even does your tasks. Shikamaru is generally clean and organized.

Where's the problem? He's terrified of commitment.

Most of the relationships in the Nara clan seem to consist of passive Nara men with verbose spouses who have no issue bossing their partners around.

But at the same time, Shikamaru doesn't mind this dynamic. He wants to laze, but he's also almost seemingly afraid of dynamics that allow him to laze.

He'll be just fine around the house, just a bit dramatic if you ever ask him to do anything. He'll get over it.

𓆃 Shino

Great husband and great family to marry into.

Just overall very balanced, if not quiet. The Aburame clan is close, but respectful of each other. You'll never have to deal with nagging in-laws because Shibi has already taken you in as one of his own.

Enjoy fresh meals of produce expertly tended to from the garden.

While Shino has his more talkative side when it comes to people he's close to, he's still quiet by nature. Don't expect that to change just because you've gotten married.

The obvious con is the massive amount of insects that will constantly be around you. You're not allowed to trap them or kill them.

You will have to get used to bugs crawling on you.

𓆃 Tenten

You're always doing something crazy.

You don't think any of the other Konoha 12 ever expected that Tenten would have the most exciting marriage, but look at her now.

You're always innovating, making new things for her business, and taking spontaneous trips to check out crafting techniques.

Anything and everything you set your mind to, you support each other in. There are ten million projects scattered around your home.

You roll up to get-togethers (when they seldom happen), being the most traveled and bringing the most unique gifts.

No one knows what you're going to be up to next.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed, and supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

Notes: I apparently had a lot more opinions on all of these characters than I expected. When I make multi-character posts, I like to keep each section sort of short, so if you are interested in more in-depth hcs, tap the underlined name or visit my blog for more.

Sakura, Lee, Choji, Tenten and Sasuke are done at the current moment.

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loviingpedri · 5 months

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tolerate it - k. mbappe

prompt: when has your relationship become so low?

warnings: toxic!mbappe, cursing, arguments, fighting, mostly angst, grammar issues, subtle fluff at end (not much)

credits to owners for all images

your relationship with mbappe has been going on for a solid two years. the silence and distance have never been bigger. the gap was starting to turn both of you crazy. during dinner, it would be silent as he read and ate. you sat and watched him ignore you.

has his career grown so much that he doesn’t care about you anymore? you try your best with him. you cook for him, set the table for him, you clean for him.

but he only tolerates it.

was there something wrong? you weren’t sure. there was no type of communication with him. if you tried, he would shrug you off. you always continue to think you weren’t good enough for him. you use to listen to whatever he said. it was always going to be about him.

“kylian, how was your day today?” you cut your potatoes with shaky hands. this was the first time you attempted to have a decent conversation with him. and you weren’t going to stop until more then 10 sentences are said.

“it was fine.” he continued to read and scroll on whatever he’s looking at on his phone.

you cleared your throat. he didn’t even ask how you were. or comment on how good the food was, or how bad it was. he just tolerated it. no feelings were ever expressed from him.

“yeah, my day was also fine. do you like the new plates? i changed it up to the fancy shit.” you smiled a little bit, hoping to see him glance up at you for once. he was only tolerating it.

he did a small ‘mhm’ and kept eating.

“how’s the food?” your legs started bouncing. this wasn’t going up to plan.

he sighed in annoyance. “what’s going on with you today? you’re talking so much. just shut up and eat, okay? no need for all of this.” he finally fully talked to you. he finally looked at you. although, this was different. he looked and talked to you in the worst way possible.

you looked down at your food. your eyes started to blur from the water wanting to burst out. you bit your lip to stop it from quivering.

his ego was getting to him. he was always known as the famous kylian mbappe, but where were you in his story? he lifted you up to show the world how much your support means to him. now, you were just like a random person who he happened to know. someone who was always going to be viewed as under his power and control.

where was the old mbappe? the one who held you while you were cold. the one who fed you soup while you were sick. the one who protected you from all the danger. this mbappe only tolerated your love and his love was no longer existent for you. he was gleaming and glistening in the world, while you were just an accessory that didn’t seem to match.

“y/n. you didn’t answer my question. what the fuck happened today? why all of a sudden you want to be quiet?” his words were like fire. you were a glacier, melting and disappearing as the fire kept going. his ‘love’ is intolerable.

“nothing happened.” you sat up and collected your dishes. you walked to the kitchen as kylian followed you. as you put your dishes in the sink, he grabbed your arm.

“just answer already. you’re playing so hard to get. all of this shit is so unnecessary.”

you looked at him in disbelief. your eyes were losing at suppressing the tears. “have i done something wrong to you? you barely talk to me anymore. kyky, you’re losing me. your words are like daggers in my chest. i know my love should be celebrated. you only tolerate it. i can’t do this anymore. i’ve made too many sacrificed to only dismiss me every single day.”

he looked at you confused. “no, you didn’t do anything. it’s all my fault. i know i’ve changed and i’m sorry. time has been slipping away and this season has been so stressful. i appreciate you so much, i can’t express it enough. these past few days have been rough.”

“please tell me i’ve got it all wrong.”

he placed you on the counter and attempted to wipe all of your endless tears off. “yeah, you’ve got it all wrong. i will always include you in the story of my life. believe me, i could do it.”

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a-not-so-clean-blog · 5 days

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Nu carnival x ftm period

Mentions of blood, general pain, dysphoria, and drugs

♦️Garu, Aster, Morvay

Yakumo

Boy is comforting by nature and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Warm soup, mint tea, any kind of comfort food; he'll make it all for you. If he needs to he will even fight the awkwardness and ask his grandma for advice on how to make “someone” on their period feel better. He knows better than to out you to anybody, even to the people he trusts most. He just wants you to feel better.

Edmond

He's going to need some help. He heard that people like chocolate when this happens so he gets you expensive chocolate confections from your favorite bakery. If he's not too busy he might make some with you. Quality time is important to him and he wants you to know he's here to support you even if he's too awkward to express it with words. He will make time to try and comfort you as much as he can but it will be in all non verbal ways.

Olivine

He will pray for your recovery. He sympathizes with you, he understands how much his essence imbalance hurts him so it makes sense that your hormone imbalance hurts you. It hurts him seeing you so uncomfortable and him not being able to help. He really doesn't want to leave you alone and it hurts him when he can't be by you to help. Even if it's simply grabbing something for you he wants to take as much of your burden as he can.

Quincy

Quincy is big and I think he's very warm too, especially his right hand because of the gem. He cuddles up to you and uses himself as a hot water bottle. Resting his hand on your stomach and letting you use him as a pillow. If you have any kind of mood shifts he takes it in stride. It kind of reminds him of dealing with a cat; wanting pets one moment and biting his hand the next. It doesn't bother him much though and it's nice having a grounding personality like his around while you wait out the pain. He probably offers some natural pain killers if it gets bad.

Kuya

He has a herb that he gives you to help. You don't know what the plant is but it helps. All the pain and discomfort are gone but it makes you feel weird in the head. You've tried finding the plant but no book or even Quincy knows what it is. Kuya just tells you not to worry about it and enjoy not being in pain. You should probably be more weary of him but the herb works so well that you can't really say no.

Blade

He freaks out when you tell him you're bleeding. He thinks you're injured and immediately goes into protection mode. You have to explain it happens to some guys monthly. That's satisfactory for his curiosity for now. It's best to just tell him what helps you manage pain. If you don't he will take the initiative to look up what will help…and he will want you to try the weirdest home remedies. So unless you want him asking you to put a frozen potato wedge cover in sesame oil in your underwear, I suggest being open with him very early. It's so hard to say no to his puppy eyes when he's just trying to help.

Garu

This gets a little weird so continue with caution. He smells it right before you start bleeding and it scares him the first time. It hurts your heart to have him look at you so worried for a week. You know he's just concerned but honestly it doesn't help the dysphoria at all.

Karu

He is confused. Normally if something is causing you pain he just breaks it. Like when you stubbed your toe on the table, no more table no more problem. However he can't just rip your guts out, that would just make more of a problem. He tends to keep his distance unless you give him a specific task, once the task is over he's going back to keeping his distance though.

Dante

He is no help. Honestly he has no idea what to do. Normally the guys he's around only bleed when they are stabbed, but at least he knows how to dress a stab wound. This however, is out of his league. When this time starts he will assign a personal assistant to you to help. They have full permission to get you literally anything you need. Dante doesn't want to know about periods and assumes you don't want anyone to know about yours either, so your assistant is also sworn to secrecy.

Rei

No help in the beginning. I don't think he's been around many AFAB people so you are going to be his first reference point. After this happens a few times though he actually figures out the best ways to help you. He will learn what makes you feel better in terms of painkillers vs muscle relaxers, he learns if any foods make you feel worse and avoids them. Yeah he treats it like an experiment but as long as it helps in the long run he doesn't think it matters. Also he memorized all the early signs and is fully prepared for when it actually starts. I'm not sure how skilled he is with a scalpel (or if you can trust him with a scalpel) but he may offer to remove the problem if you want.

Eiden

I think he's the only one on this list who truly understands how much this week triggers your dysphoria. He will do anything he can help physically, but he is also extra protective of your masculinity during this time. He will literally fight anyone who misgenders you, and makes sure to give you lots of compliments. “Y’know most guys can't handle pain as well as you do. I've even seen knights cry at the sight of a paper cut haha!” He's very proud of you and will make sure you know just how manly you are.

Aster

Also kinda nasty so read at your own risk…. “Free meal”. He uh, gets pretty excited when it happens. He tells you stuff like “you look so handsome today~” and other masc compliments but it's all a ploy to get in your pants. Honestly he's more pushy than Morvay is when you're bleeding. It's just that the constant smell of your blood is impossible for him to ignore. He helps with pain management but is really only invested in the clean up.

Morvay

He heard an orgasm helps with cramps… this is the only thing he will do to help, but being a service bottom he does it so well. He will bring you food in bed, let you eat, make you cum till you can't see straight and pass you, rinse and repeat for a week. He gets so pouty if you leave because “doctor Morvay” just wants to make you feel better.

#i think these headcanons cursed me because ya boy is having stomach pain now #a degenerate writes #Nu carnival Yakumo #nu carnival Edmond #nu carnival olivine #nu carnival Quincy #nu carnival Kuya #nu carnival Garu #nu carnival Dante #nu carnival Rei #nu carnival Aster #nu carnival Morvay #nu carnival Eiden #nu carnival x reader #nu carnival #x ftm #ftm reader #tw periods #♦️

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steddietogo · 1 year

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Made With Love

Part 3 of Steddie Tik Tok au: The Halloween Vlog

Read part 2 <<here

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Robin is in a pinstriped three-piece suit, her short brown hair dyed black and slicked back, with a badly drawn moustache on her face. “Unhapphy, darphling?” She speaks around a rose stem she’s holding between her teeth.

“Oh yes,” The camera pans to Eddie lounging on an armchair. He’s ditched his usual band tee and ripped jeans combo for a tight black dress with the deepest neckline known to man, the long black fabric pooling around his feet. He raises his arm, bell sleeve flaring, and flips his straightened hair behind his shoulders with red painted nails. “Yes completely,” deep red lips curve into smile and he bats his eyes, heavily lined and dusted in smokey grey eyeshadow.

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“Originally, we were supposed to be the Sanderson sisters for Halloween but someone—” Robin looks at something pointedly off camera, “—decided to go off and commit to a group costume with his long-distance babysitting wards without consulting us,”

“This—” Eddie strikes a pose as Robin gestures to them, “—was supposed to be a revenge costume but now we feel kinda bad because—” the camera flips around to show a pile of blankets on the couch, “Dingus is now down with the flu,” A hand emerges from its depths and flips them off.

“I think he’s going as The Thing,” Eddie says and they both snicker.

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Eddie is in the kitchen using Steve’s recording set up. “My darling Gomez has gone off to party, it’s just me and Steve at home now,” he sighs dramatically, “Alas, I knocked him out with cough syrup so he won’t be up for a couple hours,”

“And I found this recipe for chicken noodle soup and I, Eddie Munson who cannot cook to save my own life, am going to put it to test since Steve keeps saying ‘anyone can make it’. Were gonna find out today baby,”. Eddie’s reading off of a book as he lays out everything he would need on the counter, announcing each item as he takes them out. “I hope I’m using the right pot and Steve won’t kill me,”

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Eddie is slow dancing to Lady Gaga with a plastic skeleton meant for decoration, his dress swishing around him as he twirls with his inanimate dance partner. During a particularly enthusiastic dip, the skeleton’s skull breaks off from the rest of the body and rolls away.

“Betty! Noooo!” Eddie cries, falling to his knees.

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“No one told me how sweaty cooking can make you,” Eddie’s twisting his hair up in a bun, “But I’m committed to it now, I will not be bested by soup,”

“Look at this, my make up isn’t the only thing melting in the heat,” He holds up a bent looking plastic spatula to the camera. “Its totally not because I put it too close to the stove but we’re going to hide the evidence so Steve doesn’t find out,”

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“I accidentally added too much salt, went to the Internet for help and a lot of people say that adding a potato will help fix it,” Eddie explains as he is chopping one. “There are no potatoes in this recipe, so if Steve asks, I’m gonna tell him I have no idea how they got in there,”

“Here goes nothing,” Eddie shoves both sleeves all the way up his arms before dropping all of the potato pieces in at once, making a little bit of the boiling soup splash out of the pot missing him by inches. “Oh shit, that was close. Don’t try this at home kids,”

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“Moment of truth people,” He’s ladling soup into a bowl. “Personally, I’m just surprised this came out edible, but let’s see what the chef has to say about it,”

The clip cuts to Eddie shuffling away from the camera that’s now facing the sofa where Steve is taking a nap. Eddie kneels before him, a gentle hand on Steve’s face as he nudges him wake. Cut to a bleary-eyed Steve sitting up and waving at the camera.

“Just know that if you give me food poisoning on top of the flu, I’ll never forgive you,” he says as Eddie is handing him the bowl. “Why’re there potatoes in here?”

“No reason,” Eddie smiles back innocently at the look Steve gives him before he takes a bite, and then another. Eddie watches, nibbling in his fingernails.

“Oh shit,”

“What?”

“The potato actually makes it better,” he looks like he’s trying to sound annoyed but the smile on his face gives him away. “I’m gonna have to add potatoes to the recipe,”

“Wait. Does that mean my soup is better than yours?”

“It’s still my recipe, Munson,”

“You’re avoiding the question, Harrington,”

“…Maybe?”

Eddie throws his hands up whopping and his sleeve smacks Steve in the face.

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“I was standing there, Morticia-less,” Robin is back and the three of them huddle in the sofa in the darkness of the living room, the only source of light is the movie no one is actually watching.

“—and she’s was wearing that Kate Bush bat dress and we were like ‘that’s close enough’ and then we completely winged a little dance and I only tripped on my own shoe once, you should be proud of me,” Robin is wearing a sash that says ‘Hideout King’ and is going a mile a minute about the party she came back from.

“And then she kissed me when they announced us as the winners, she kissed me Steve!” Robin shakes Steve and then high-fives Eddie so hard he almost falls off the couch.

———

Robin is filming Steve launching candy corn from the couch and Eddie, now in his jammies, is on the other side of the coffee table trying to catch them in his mouth. Steve’s laughter is getting increasingly hysterical and his aim is getting poorer while Eddie practically dives left and right trying catch the candy. Steve looks like he’s going to fall off the couch in stitches. The video ends as three are celebrating a complicated twist dive Eddie executed and successfully caught the candy with in mouth.

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Caption says:

@_eddie_munson who do you think edits all the footage?

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Comments:

user80085: who else questioning their sexuality rn?

Dustin H: RIP Betty, you will be missed 😔

Reefing Rick: Why tf don’t I have an Eddie Munson in a Morticia Addams costume cooking in my kitchen? God really has favorites huh

spring roll: So no ones going to talk about how Robin basically came out?

Gayby replying to spring roll: good for her

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Part 4

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A/n: it’s so funny to imagine Steve sitting in his room alone and reviewing an hour-long footage of Eddie messing around in the kitchen. And it cracks him up that every time Eddie messes something up he walks up to the camera and whispers ‘don’t tell Steve’

Steddie tag list: @deehellcat @eddiemunsonswife @missarte-beltane @grtwdsmwhr @kit-means-death

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things fanfiction #Steddie Tik Tok au #mine

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whumpy-writings · 3 months

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Helpless

Febuwhump 2024 Day 1

The Dhampir Files Masterlist

CW: Non-con drugging, abusive parents (whumpees are adults), carewhumpers, reference to murder of parents

"You're an old man now, ya know that?" Cal leaned against the doorframe, smirking. Renn rolled his eyes.

"You're older than me."

"Exactly. Welcome to the old man club, where our favorite activity is napping and complaining loudly about the weather." Cal crossed the room and ruffled Renn's hair. Renn slapped his hand away playfully.

"But seriously, Renn. Happy Birthday."

"Thanks," Renn said. "I honestly can't believe I'm twenty. Part of me didn't think we'd live this long."

Cal sighed. "Wow, way to bring down the mood." He wrapped Renn in a hug. Renn closed his eyes and squeezed his brother back. They were dhampirs, half human and half vampire. They weren't supposed to exist. If the authorities ever discovered them, they would be executed. There had been several close calls over the years, but they had so far evaded detection.

"Boys! Dinner is ready," Silvie called from downstairs. She was the human housekeeper who had taken care of them for the past few years. Ever since things with their vampire parents had gone sour.

The two boys tromped downstairs. Renn breathed in the scent of rosemary roasted chicken. It was his favorite meal.

"It's smells delicious in here." Renn pulled out his chair and settled in, Cal in the chair across from him.

"I would hope so. I've been slaving away at the stove all day. There's mushroom soup, rosemary chicken, mashed potatoes, and a lemon cake for dessert." Silvie put a dish of butter on the table, removed her apron, and sat down.

Renn's mouth watered at the feast. He started to fill his plate. "Thank you, Silvie. Everything looks amazing."

"Anything for you, Renn. Happy birthday."

They talked and laughed as they ate. Renn drank the cup of blood Silvie had provided for him to wash down his dinner.

Silvie brought out the cake and she and Cal fussed over how best to arrange the twenty candles on top.

"Well make a wish," Cal said.

Renn stared at the flickering flames, contemplating. Then he blew out the candles. I wish for twenty more years just like this.

The cake was, of course, heavenly. Renn leaned back in his chair. "I pronounce this birthday feast a success." He got to his feet and started to gather the dirty dishes.

"Hey, I got those," Cal said as he swatted Renn's hand away. Renn let his brother have the dishes. Cal was at the sink when Renn noticed Silvie crying.

"What's wrong?" Renn pulled out a chair next to her, his brow pinched in concern. She looked at her lap and sniffled into a handkerchief.

"Oh, nothing. You boys are just both so grown up." Sylvie looked at him with a sad expression. "It feels like it went by so fast." She stroked his cheek. "I'll miss you."

"What do you mean?" Renn asked. "I'm not going anywhere."

Sylvie's eyes widened. "I mean . . . I'll miss the little boy you used to be."

Renn couldn't suppress his snort. "Really? I think I single-handedly gave you at least three-quarters of your grays."

Sylvie laughed. "You weren't that bad. I only got half from you, the other half came from your brother."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Cal called from the sink. "I'm an angel."

"What about that time you brought an entire bucket of frogs into the house?" Renn asked.

Cal spun around. "It was freezing outside! I was trying to save them."

Sylvie chuckled. "I swear my heart almost gave out when I woke up to a frog on my pillow."

The rest of the evening passed quietly. Renn changed into his nightclothes and climbed into bed. It was early spring and he left the window cracked open to get the cool night breeze. The only sounds were the chirping of the crickets and the wind whooshing through the leaves. Renn, Cal, and Sylvie lived in a little house out in the country, far away from prying eyes. It hadn't always been that way. Renn shook off the memory. They were here now, that's what mattered. He was just about to put his candle out when there was a knock at his door.

"Come in."

Sylvie came in, a candle in one hand and a cup in the other.

"I brought you some tea," she said as she set the candle on the table. "I know how much you like the chamomile."

Renn sat up in bed and took the teacup. "Thanks. Does it have-"

"Yes, I put in two dollops of honey."

Renn grinned. "You're the best, Sylvie."

Renn took a sip of the tea. He sighed at the sweetness. Sylvie sat down on the edge of his bed.

"I love you, Renn. Please always remember that."

Renn's forehead creased. "I love you too. Are you alright? You've seemed sad today." He took another sip of his tea. He could feel a headache coming on.

"You've always been such a sweet boy. I asked them for more time, but they said it had to be now."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Renn asked. His vision blurred and his head pounded. He suddenly was so, so tired. Sylvie took the cup from him as he fell back against the pillows.

"I'm sorry," Sylvie said. Renn's eyes widened. She had drugged him. But why? He tried to move away from her but his limbs were as heavy as lead. Sylvie shifted his head into her lap. "Don't fight it. It's no use. Just relax, Renn." Renn's eyes drifted shut. He forced them open. He had to get away. He had to warn Cal. He attempted to yell but all that came out was a strangled sob. He was going to die. He had always thought he would burn to death. That someday the authorities would discover him and Cal and have them burned at the stake for being monstrosities. He had never thought it would be like this. Drugged by the woman who he loved as if she was his own mother.

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Sylvie soothed as she ran a hand through his hair. "You're just going to sleep for a little bit." Renn wanted to pull away from her, but he was completely helpless. The last thing he saw before the darkness claimed him was the tear sliding down Sylvie's face.

Renn floated in the darkness for what felt like eternity.

"He's more sensitive than Callum," a voice said. "She should have given him a smaller dose."

"She had no way of knowing that," another voice said. "He'll be fine. It'll just take a little longer to get through his system."

Renn whimpered. His head pounded and he had never felt so sore in his life. He blinked his eyes open. The light burned and he snapped them shut again with a groan.

"Ah, you're awake!"

"W-" Renn coughed. His tongue felt thick and a bout of dizziness washed over him. He tried again. "W-where am I?"

"You're home, my beautiful boy. You're finally home." That voice. Renn knew that voice. With enormous effort, he opened his eyes.

"Mother?"

"Yes baby, I'm here." She looked just like he remembered. Long black hair pulled back into a sensible bun, a no-nonsense gray dress, eyes that sparkled with what he had once thought was love. He knew better now.

"You had Sylvie drug me," he said.

His father spoke up. "I'm sorry about that, it must have been unpleasant. But you never would have come home otherwise."

"Of course not!" Renn yelled. His heart pounded and he was hit by the instinct to flee. He had never wanted to see them again. Not after he had seen them murder his human mother and Cal's human father in cold blood. "You killed them. You killed our parents right in front of us."

Father sighed. "For what it's worth, we didn't intend for you and Callum to see that. The only reason we eliminated them was to protect you two."

Renn let out a deep breath. "Why am I here? Where's Cal?" He tested his limbs and found he could barely move a finger.

"Callum's downstairs. We've already spoken with him," Mother said. "As for why you're here, you'll be helping us to push the boundaries of modern science. You and Callum are the first dhampirs to make it to maturity in generations. We know next to nothing on dhampir anatomy and physiology, so we'll be studying you two."

Renn's throat went dry. "You're going to dissect us?"

Father had the audacity to laugh. "Oh no, of course not. We're much more interested in how your bodies work than what they look like on the inside." That wasn't very reassuring.

"You're too special to waste on something as unrefined as dissection," Mother pitched in. Renn closed his eyes as tears burned. "You must be exhausted. Let's take you downstairs."

Renn couldn't fight back as his father picked him up and carried him to his fate.

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x-amount-verbs · 2 years

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A Helping Hand - Part 8

[start here] || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9

[silco x f!reader] [3k words] [no y/n] [during timeskip] [touch-starved reader] [henchwoman!reader] [rated M] [tween jinx] [physical therapy dom silco] [uh…. light bondage]

I ran out of patience. ;u; Enjoy! -verbs

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Jinx is a fun companion for late afternoon snack time, but her diet is notably abhorrent. In her eagerness to help you avoid using your bad hand, she offers to make a variety of dishes - pickle and banana sandwich, soup with added cold cuts and breakfast cereal, something she calls a sugar bomb - all of which you graciously turn down. She prepares the first option for herself, and you watch with a look halfway between concern and bemusement.

For your part, you fashion a new sling out of your jacket to keep the freshly-modified prosthesis tucked against your body, and use your good hand to spoon up a bowl of the company lunch sans Jinx-approved additions.

On the way back to your office, Jinx excitedly discusses the proper way to build a sugar bomb (it’s essential to keep hands cold and coated in powdered sugar, to help with the ice cream molding; hence her volunteering to make it for you, since your prosthetic hand wouldn’t be ideal). You consider her points, and have to at least agree that her technique seems sound, even if the combination of ice cream, powdered sugar, pounded-down white bread, granulated sugar, the aforementioned breakfast cereal, chocolate syrup, and - for some reason - potato chips (“it’s the contrast!”) - sounds like a flurry of cavities in every bite.

Speaking with a mouthful of pickle-banana sandwich, Jinx hops back up on your desk as soon as you’re back in the office. You don’t bother chastising her about crumbs getting on the papers, since she’s already proven they hold no purpose whatsoever. Instead, you suggest a modification to the grotesque culinary marvel (“bread on the outside might make it more portable”) and nod consideringly as she refutes your point (“I don’t know what you’re talking about— it’s already incredibly portable: it’s a ball”), stirring your food with your good hand, even if you barely eat any.

Four minutes later and you’re so engrossed in your discussion of how one might adjust the projectile velocity of a paintball gun to allow for edible ammo that wouldn’t choke someone by default, that you don’t think twice about the heavy footfalls in the hall.

The audible clearing of a throat in the doorway pulls your attention to a sour-faced Sevika.

“…Ah shit,” you mutter under your breath. Still in Jinx social mode, you lift your spoon and gesture to the kid with your good hand. “I was with the tripping hazard.” Jinx snorts.

Sevika is not amused. “Ten minutes late.”

“She made me lunch,” you offer by way of excuse.

“Dunch,” Jinx corrects.

“Dunch,” you confirm.

Sevika’s eyes narrow, lips a firm line. Maybe it’s not the best time to be making jokes.

“Sorry,” you mutter, hastily rising to your feet. You’ve definitely pushed your luck. “I’m going.”

“I’ll come too,” Jinx announces, making your steps hesitate.

You look to Sevika, expecting her to argue, but the woman practically ignores the declaration, obviously intent on just getting you where Silco wants you. Shit. You leave your food forgotten on the desk, making your way to the stairs with Sevika at your back and Jinx nearly skipping alongside.

You aren’t even on your second rap when the door opens, and you bite your lip, gaze hurriedly darting away from the man who stands there, his black eye boring into you. For a second the force of his presence makes you want to shrink into yourself— hell, part of you instinctively wants to drop to your knees and grovel— but that dissipates in an instant as his cold glare shifts.

“Jinx.” The oppressive air around him lightens with his balanced tone, even as the blood is still rushing to your face, your pulse pounding in your ears.

“She was with me,” Jinx says, boldly. She, apparently, is not affected by Silco with the same force you are. “I was making her dunch.”

Silco’s brow raises, but as soon as his gaze comes back to you you quickly avert your eyes to his collar again, cheeks burning. “Dunch, is it?” There’s a dry amusement in his tone, and he somehow makes the stupid made up word sound almost ominous as he looks down at you.

He’s too close. His scent - the spicy sweet smoke of Undercity cigars, leather, the almost metallic hint of shimmer - envelops you.

Don’t swoon, your common sense warns you. No. Not again.

But of course thoughts from last night are rising to the surface, and you have to hurriedly tamp them down. You want to take a step back, take some space away from Silco, but Jinx is off to your side and you don’t want to trip over her in your retreat. So you just stand there, suffering— and you bet he’s enjoying it.

“Yep. We didn’t even get to finish, cause Sevika interrupted,” Jinx complains.

Silco makes a serious hum, as though he’s taking that fact into consideration. He leans aside to speak to Jinx, but when you think to slip past him he lifts an arm to block the doorway. His sidelong glance tells you all you need to know. Stay.

You fidget, but stay put. You can’t tell if the slight turn to his lips is fondness for Jinx, or satisfaction at you obeying his silent command.

“That’s very unfortunate. However, our friend here has a standing appointment at 5:00, and it’s currently-” His grip on the door frame rotates, face turning toward you, viewing the watch built into the cuff on his arm. “5:12.” The time comes with a small haughty puff of air, and the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, feeling his breath.

This all should not be affecting you nearly as much as it is.

Silco pauses, and your eyes dart to him, trying to determine why. When you spot his gaze on your chest a surge of embarrassment hits you— only made worse when you realize he’s looking at your improvised sling.

Shit. You’re tempted to hurriedly take it off, but there isn’t space and you’re trapped between Silco and Jinx, feeling like a guilty pup.

“Don’t worry, Jinx. She’ll eat.”

For all that his words are ostensibly comforting, you sense a foreboding quality to them that has you subtly shifting weight foot to foot.

“Thank you for your concern, child.” He sounds sincere. “But I’ll take it from here.”

“Okay!” Jinx is cheery as she leaves, Sevika in tow. That little traitor.

You’re left alone with Silco.

Your pulse is hammering in your throat. You try to swallow it down and almost choke, and then feel even stupider than you already did. Silco is still just standing in the doorway once you’re alone, still too close, still examining you, and you feel pinned to the spot.

“I did warn you of consequences…” His voice is low, and dark, and—

He’s definitely making fun of you.

Face burning, you risk a glance at him. That small lift to the lips, that little hidden smirk is undeniably there. Your eyes narrow accusingly, but as soon as he leans even a millimeter into your space, you freeze, taking in a sharp breath just shy of a gasp. It’s like you can feel your focus zeroing in on him, and only him.

“So responsive,” he muses in a mocking purr. His voice alone makes your knees weak.

You want nothing more than to cover your flaming cheeks and hide. But that is so far from possible that you could almost laugh at the idea. Instead you take in a deep breath— that’s meant to be steadying, but only overwhelms your senses with the scent of him. Your head spins, swaying back on your feet, and it’s only Silco’s hand on the small of your back that keeps you in place.

A tiny - mortifying - noise pulls from your throat, and as soon as his arm is out of the doorway you head straight for the chair in front of his desk and unceremoniously plonk yourself down in it. You might die of embarrassment. Maybe. You seriously seriously need to get yourself straightened out. That noise was so close to a whimper it’s humiliating.

Free of his aura, you take another - clearer - deep breath. Steel yourself. Just— business. Focus on business. Stop thinking about his scent, and his hand on your back, and the absolutely filthy things you thought about him last night—

Shit.

No, this is fine. You can be fine. He’ll back off and you’ll be fine; there’s a whole desk that will stay between the two of you.

This.

Is.

Fine.

…You’re starting to doubt that regular mantra, but you’ll question it later. For now, just try.

By the time Silco returns to his desk (motherfucker took his time about it, too), any hint of predatory delight has disappeared. Mostly. You think there’s still a slight upward curve to the corner of his mouth, but he’s very good at hiding it.

“Almost fifteen minutes late. And with that.” He gestures to the sling.

“I’m sorry. I was talking with Jinx, I lost track of time.” He has to understand that, right? She’s basically his daughter, he must get how hard it is to say no to the kid. You start unwrapping the makeshift sling in response to his other point, freeing your prosthesis.

“I know y—” To your surprise, Silco’s words falter.

When you look up, you find him staring at your hand. Following his gaze, you let out a nervous laugh. “Oh right. Yeah, she— um, well, she asked, and I figured since the paintballs cleaned up easily, I…” Your argument peters off.

He looks so strange. There’s a crease in his brow, that minuscule curious tilt to his head. When his gaze moves back to your face, you have the distinct impression that you’re being evaluated. Re-evaluated? Whatever it is, it’s turned down the weight of his authority, which is a relief.

“I can wash it off,” you offer.

Immediately, his gaze shutters with his chilled bite of a laugh, hiding whatever truth you were unknowingly privy to. Sure wish you’d figured out what it meant before he closed off. But it’s gone now.

He leans down to a lower drawer, and out comes the mineral oil, and a fresh cloth. He sets the bottle down hard, and practically tosses the rag at you. “Spotless, if you please. Let us hope you do a better job than the last time.” There’s a palpable derision in his voice that takes you off guard. It sounds like he’s pissed, and it takes you a second to remember why that might be. Right: you were late. Very late.

Surprisingly, your clean up job is much better than last time. You’re less scared of the hand, less mechanical in moving its joints, and you only accidentally pinch the cloth once, and that’s when awkwardly getting between two fingers.

Focusing on the hand also lets you avoid looking at Silco. With a few solid minutes of thorough rubbing to calm down - sadly saying goodbye to the scribbled fireworks and faces across the ceramic - you regain your composure.

Until Silco - also seemingly calmer than a moment ago - mentions, “You’re remarkably improved. Did you practice last night?”

Suddenly you’re choking on nothing, throwing your good arm across your mouth as you nearly hack up a lung, eyes wide. His words from yesterday shove their way into your head (as if they’d ever left) and mock you.

‘Have you been touching yourself?’

Because this time the answer is, horrifyingly, yes.

“I-” You choke again for a moment, and Silco offers you no relief, just waiting to see what your answer will be. After another coughing fit, you manage, “I tried.”

His brow raises, as though expecting elaboration.

You attempt to keep your heart from beating out of your chest, eyes too wide as you shrug a shoulder. No way in hell you’re giving him details. (It still plays back in your head anyway, all the things you imagined him doing to you.) It’s far too hot in this room.

“Well, perhaps you should try again tonight as well.”

Oh gods oh gods.

You manage a strangled, “Mmhm.” And when Silco’s bemusement slips toward suspicion, you add, “Will do.” Which hopefully isn’t true. Please let it not be true. You can’t get hooked on wanking off to thoughts of your boss positively wrecking you. That seems like a very bad life decision.

His attention, thankfully, drops back to your hand, so yours can too. You finish up the task, then extend the prosthesis toward him for approval.

After a cursory look, Silco stands and comes around the desk for his usual full inspection. He sits, you offer the hand, and he begins the thorough pass of fingertips over every seam, testing every joint. He asks his questions, you give your answers. The whole time, you try to fend off the thoughts that keep clawing at the doors to your mind, promising absolutely horrible mistakes.

You aren’t prepared for the brush of skin on skin, and the short squeak you let out immediately needs to be covered by a low clear of your throat. A sidelong glance at Silco spots the hint of a smirk easily. The word comes unbidden to your mind; just another phrase of his burned into your memory in that voice. ‘Responsive.’

Janna, you’re sweating. If not literally, figuratively, though you suspect it may be both at this point.

“Were you able to finish your ‘dunch?’” The question is overly innocent, the last word blatantly facetious.

Lips twisting, you avoid looking at him, even if his attention is fully focused on the hand. “No,” you answer, grudgingly.

“Hm. We’ll just have to remedy that.”

Your wary glance searches for a clue, an answer for why he would offer such a thing. Things start to clarify as his gaze slides to the tied jacket you’d been using as a sling. Your stomach sinks.

“...You’ll follow instructions this time, I think.”

–

“Hand back.”

You feel vaguely lightheaded, like your stomach is doing cartwheels, as you obediently tuck your good arm behind your back. In your mind, you flash back to pinning the hand under you, your prosthetic hand a pale imitation of the actual man who’s currently brushing fingers across your bare skin.

Pulse thudding loudly in your ears, you try to focus on your breath - on staying conscious, for fuck’s sake - as Silco adjusts the angle of your wrist. It’s not a panic attack, because there’s no room in your head to spiral. All you can think about is him, and his proximity, and his scent, and his hand firmly grasping your wrist behind your back, and– oh gods.

“Too tight?”

Knees lock to keep from buckling, your mouth dry as you manage something that might be a noise of denial. It’s very hard to tell at the moment. Feelings are very confusing, when Silco is sliding fingers under yesterday’s sling that he’s tied around your arm and shoulder, keeping your good hand behind your back.

He looms over you from behind, arm crossing in front of you, caging you in while keeping just enough space between the two of you to prevent contact. If you tried, you could easily angle your hand and touch his waistcoat. But you don’t try, just keep your hand to yourself.

Slim fingers brush your collarbone as he resituates the sling. Breath disappears from your lungs as his fingers trail just a little further down your chest, verifying that the strap lays flat against your breast.

Fuck. He can probably tell how hard your heart is beating.

It isn’t a conscious choice to drop your chin to your chest, bowing your head, just an effect of that oppressive aura around him. Same with closing your eyes. Or maybe you just hope that if you can’t see him he can’t see you, can’t notice the flush to your cheeks or the way you’re struggling not to bite your own lip, instead pressing your mouth tightly closed, keeping yourself quiet. Admittedly, you’re just the tiniest bit worried about the noises you might make if you end your silence.

Silco’s approving hum rumbles at your back as his fingers brush your hair off of your neck, freeing the curls tucked under the strap. The tiniest touch there, the smallest contact at your nape, makes you sway forward with a rough inhale. Stars burst inside your eyelids. Good gods, this is too much. You feel like putty. Like you might melt and drip onto the floor.

Look— something’s gonna drip from you, alright? Gods.

“…You’re very quiet,” Silco observes, voice low.

You’re gonna swoon, oh gods, this is such horrible timing. Swallowing hard, you manage to choke out, “You’re-” before you’re too overwhelmed to speak.

His fingers are sliding along your back to flatten the strap there as well, then gently direct your elbow until it settles into a more comfortable position. “…Intimidating?” he suggests, a hint of gloat in his tone as he refers back to your previous comments.

Yes, but… The straps are tightened, your posture straightening, chest lifting and back arching. Your lips part, voice shallow. “Close,” you correct, breathlessly. Too close.

Another thoughtful hum curls around you, but as soon as your mind starts imagining that smooth sound as his hand on your throat, you snap your eyes open.

Silco settles the last adjustment in place. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this is a rather hands-on process.” He pauses. “With the alternative being quite a bit more hands off than I assume you’d prefer.”

Right. He can just take back the prosthesis.

There’s a moment of silence, and you’re incredibly aware that he is doing absolutely nothing. Just standing too close behind you, his slow even breath stirring your hair, heat radiating between your bodies. Your eyes cut sideways, trying to spot any movement in your periphery, feeling the patter of your heart in your throat.

The gentle touch to your shoulder blade makes you flinch, feeling on the edge of dying of embarrassment at the soft huff of laughter that breezes against your neck.

“Take a seat. I’ll draw up our dinner order.”

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adlamu · 7 months

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here are some things that i have learned in the last ehhh 10yrs of living alone (more or less):

best before = it is at its best until a particular date but is still safe/edible for another 28 days after that date (ie: roughly a month).

use by = it is very unsafe and very, very unwise to eat/drink that thing after the date on the packaging. you will get sick. trust me.

three options for bread keeping: i. keep it in an air-tight container (such as a bread bin), ii. keep half out and the other half in the freezer (and defrost it later), or iii. keep the bread in the fridge at all times - if it's white spots on the crust only, cut the crust off and toast the bread, if it's Green spots, it's been out longer than 2 months and you should throw it away.

bottom shelf is where you'll find the cheapest stuff, usually (can be top, but is usually bottom because the BrandsTM have to be in direct eyeline - ie: the middle).

don't trust a can? sniff test. don't trust the milk? sniff test. if it smells bad in Any way, throw it out.

sugar is fine, it doesn't go off, only throw it out if it Somehow has bugs in it.

salt is the same as above (i've had the same salt pot since 2017, it's fine).

don't buy 8p potato salad - you will absolutely regret it.

if you aren't going to eat a whole thing of something, bung it in the freezer - depending on what it is, it can last anywhere from 6 weeks to 6 months (but once you defrost it, you Have to eat it immediately).

put green bananas in direct sunlight so they ripen and then put the yellow bananas in the fridge (this will slow down spottiness process & prevent fruit flies).

if, for some reason, you have noodle seasoning packets laying around, you can use them to enhance whatever vegetable/meat-based meal you are making (it's basically stock).

if you are hungry (and i mean you are in Pain from hunger) you will end up making a meal out of whatever the fuck you have and/or eat something directly out of its container - this is fine, you're eating something and that is more than enough but also: only eat custard, rice pudding, tuna, and stuff like spam out of the can, if it's like chicken or whatever don't do that, you will get sick.

if in doubt: washing up liquid is good for cleaning p much everything (not the bathroom... just use basic bleach for that if you don't have fancy schmancy stuff).

tap water is usually fine (in the case that it is not, buy a HUGE 3L bottle of water).

a bottle of cordial lasts longer than a carton of orange juice (it's not watertok bs, believe me. ribena? godsend. vimto? godsend.).

weetabix/weetbix/wheat bisks is your best bet for cheap cereal - you add a lil sugar for flavour, maybe some fruit, and you can eat it Both hot and cold.

backpacks are best for carrying heavy objects like bottles, save the totes & reusable bags for lighter stuff if you can.

an electric kettle is your best friend - you can use it for (instant) coffee, tea, hot chocolate, instant ramen/pot noodle, instant soup, anything that is 'instant', use the kettle and you will have Something to fill your belly up.

don't overthink stuff - meal prep if you want but don't overthink it, especially if you're living by yourself - you don't wanna plan a whole roast dinner when it's just you, so get enough stuff for 1 person.

yes the cheap stuff is literally the same as the brand stuff (i get it if you're nd and you can only have Certain foods but this is more for the nts), it's not a conspiracy (fuck you shane dawson and your classist fuckery), it's the same stuff because it's made in the same place, usually.

if you're worried about prices, use a calculator on your phone and then you can put back whatever is making your basket/trolley overbudget BEFORE you get to the checkout.

i don't care what tiktok moms or whatever the fuck are saying, you do not need that super expensive brand thing - it's usually got less portions and doesn't last anywhere near as long as you think it does. just because it tastes good doesn't mean it's gonna last you the week/month.

if you can buy it frozen, do so - it's usually cheaper and lasts far, far longer.

ASK FOR HELP. I KNOW YOU ARE PRIDEFUL AND AFRAID OF THE STIGMA BUT ASK FOR HELP IF YOU NEED TO BUY GROCERIES. IT IS OKAY TO ASK. IT IS OKAY TO GO TO THE FOOD BANK AND ASK FOR HELP. IT IS OKAY TO ASK SOMEONE (FRIEND/FAMILY MEMBER/SOMEONE YOU TRUST) FOR HELP WHEN YOU NEED IT.

#newtrabble

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fishsfailureson · 5 months

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I made soup this evening

My parents had been out for several hours and I had realised that me and my older brother would have to sort dinner out by ourselves- so I decided that the best option would be to rummage through the fridge and the pantry, gather up what ingredients we had and throw them in a pot. We had no meat that was not frozen, but I could make do with vegetables.

I've made many improvised meals before- following the whims of my heart rather than any recipe (in fact that is how I normally prefer to cook). Generally I use the same building blocks but I tweak it slightly depending on how I'm feeing or what's available. I used beef stock this time simply because we had an open container with enough liquid for two people (and a bit left over). For the vegetables I used two small potatoes, a small white onion, a couple spring onions that needed to be used up and two brown mushrooms (we only had a couple). For herbs I used parsley, rosemary and thyme from our garden. I added some garlic, black pepper, salt and some spice mix that my mother and I bought in a farmer's market while on holiday. Because I felt like being a little fancy I added a small splash of red wine vinegar as well (we have way too many vinegars and oils in our cupboard- might as well use them).

As I stirred the soup, I started wondering about what brought upon the circumstances that created that moment. What echoes of the distant past could be heard in the soft swishing of the broth or the hum of the stove's fan? What tragedies and triumphs culminated in me standing there in my family's kitchen stirring a pot of soup? Frankly, it's a silly thing to think about.

When we think of consequences of historical events we rarely think of the smaller ones- which is understandable, as they're often a lot less noticeable. Sometimes these small consequences will have much greater consequences of their own- perhaps earning them a place in the history books.

It feels oddly surreal to me that something as simple as picking a handful of parsley might have long-reaching consequences. There's something both terrifying and comforting about that knowledge. Terrifying because I fear what pain I may bring upon this earth, but comforting, because it means that my life might matter a little. Maybe the consequences won't be so bad.

I'm sure when my great-great-great grandfather came to this country he had no idea that I would be able to search up his name on some bizarre device and find actual information about his life. He had no idea I would ever type our ancestor's name (someone who was important enough to get a short wikipedia page in Danish) into this machine and sigh in frustration because almost all the information is in his mother tongue- a language that I do not speak yet. I'm sure he'd have no idea that I would exist- and that I would be standing there in a kitchen, stirring soup, and thinking of him and countless other people who would've stared in wonder at the life I lead.

Maybe none of this makes sense. Frankly, I don't know what I'm talking about right now or why I'm typing this. It's late, and I've been doing a lot of thinking today. I wrote a poem about a house sparrow with a political message my parents would not approve of, I watched a video about wikipedia table of content poetry, I've drawn some art. But honestly? Nothing makes much sense if you stare at it enough, so I might as well go with the flow.

Oh, and the soup was nice by the way.

#uuhhh what do I tag this with #personal #food #soup #soup posting #my apologies to everyone who read this I know it's confusing #I'm confused by it as well.

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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October 23rd

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Dear @scyllas-revenge, this one is for you and our other Boromir-fans in the server :D

I love you dearly and I will never be able to express how much your friendship means to me 💖 You are delightful!!

Oc is from this story.

Words: 731

Warnings: nothing, bad soup...

The groan Boromir uttered as the lights flashed and then died held all the frustrations of a man foiled by nature and aware of his helplessness.

Decided to prove to Aubrey that he was not the pampered, indolent royal she might have expected – and to redeem himself for the truly abysmal speech he had prepared and that she had been good enough to amend in long hours of meticulous work – he had invited her to dinner.

The small cottage he had been granted – for security and privacy reasons – by the gracious government whose esteemed guest he was had the cutest, little kitchen he had ever seen, and he had been eager to make use of it.

When they had been but lads, Faramir and he would sneak down to the kitchens and learn how to make a proper roast and the best potato dishes at old cook’s side; a pang of nostalgic longing overcame him at the thought of a woman long dead and buried now for he had been very fond of the patient, kind woman who had taught him many a good trick and an easy dish that he had devotedly recreated and adapted over the years.

The storm was spewing rain against the windowpanes as if it tried to tear them asunder, eager to hammer down on tender flesh and delicate skin; illuminated by the bleak light of lightning slashing through the darkened sky, Aubrey’s eyes looked huge and unfathomable, but her smile was generous and cheery.

“Candles?” she asked in a soft tone, feeling her way along the kitchen counter; Boromir’s hand brushed hers as he made to open the same drawer she had already started pulling out and she shrunk back in surprise.

“I had a roast in the oven,” he lamented, only minimally pacified by the feeling of cold wax underneath his fingertips as he pulled out half-burned-down candle stumps and a nearly empty matchbox from the messy pile of lost buttons and stray keys.

“And I am sure it would have been marvellous,” Aubrey appeased him without the slightest hint of disbelief or irony in her voice. In the wavering light of the flickering tapers, she looked like the ghostly apparition of a much yearned-for soulmate, Boromir found, akin to the visions the servant girls were seeking in antique mirrors when they stood – in their nightdresses – in dark corridors, holding hallowed lights in their trembling hands.

As she grinned though and nodded at two cans of tomato soup, he had to amend his assessment; Aubrey was beautiful in a vivacious, winning way that could barely be captured by a reflection or even a picture. One had to see her move, smile, speak, or laugh to truly be able to even fathom how painfully alive she was.

“You deserve better,” he moaned, but – remembering his training and evenings in much less hospitable circumstances – he resigned himself to serving a woman he desperately wanted to impress lukewarm soup from a tin can and stale bread from the previous day.

He had half-expected her enthusiastic reaction but was still charmed by the way she ladled the bland fare – only barely heightened by the old spices they had unearthed in a cupboard – as if it was an award-winning dish presented to her on a golden plate by a three-star chef.

“You are marvellous,” he breathed as he watched her wipe up the last drops of her soup with a handful of bread, smiling mischievously at him and motioning for him to do the same.

Her face went expressionless with stunned surprise upon seeing him so intensely moved by an emotion that she could not easily identify or name.

“How about you tell me more about that?” she then prompted with a wink, ambling over – candle in hand – to the fridge and giving a small shout of cheer when she opened the heavy door. “We shall be here for quite some time as these have to be taken care of before they go bad.”

Boromir doubted that the few bottles of beer and wine would turn sour and become undrinkable within a night, but the idea of keeping this miracle by his side – sleepy and slightly tipsy – was too good for him to resist.

He was a good, honourable man, but – at the end of the day, in a deluge of biblical proportions – he was still only a man.

@fellowshipofthefics some Boromir for your nerves!!!

Lots of love from me (as always)...

-> Masterlist

#fanfiction #writing #IDNMT writes #fotfics October challenge #fotfics fictober #ficlet run #1 scene per day #a different pairing every day #LOTR #Lord of the Rings #Boromir #Modern!AU #Boromir x reader #for scylla #candlelight #improvised dinner

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queer-erin · 4 months

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End of the year question answers

(stolen from someone else's ask list but posted in one long go)

Song of the year?

Poetry by Dead Men by Sara Bareilles (don't care that it's not released this year, it was still the song of my year)

Album of the year?

Mini World by Indila

Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Icon for hire ... blindside was a bop

Movie of the year?

Nimona, hands down, I'm still not quite over how good it was, fuck disney

TV show of the year?

Star Trek Lower Decks. They did a really good job with the overarching plot this season

Episode of tv or webisode that defined the year for you?

Game Changer: Escape the green room, like it was back in March and I still can't stop thinking about it, so we'll done, and Lou and Brennan immediately breaking stuff will never not be funny

Favorite actor of the year?

Jess McKenna, between Play it by ear, lower decks, and the off book podcast relisten, she's seemingly everywhere I'm watching/listening

Game of the year?

Littlewood cuz I like collecting and crafting and I can play this game for hours and hours and hours

Best month for you this year?

There wasn't really one unfortunately.

Something that made you cry this year?

A lot of things, but most recently @ zoestormwriting's Enchanted Forest anthology. (Good tears), like the stories were so sweet and they resonated so hard on an emotional level.

Something you want to do again next year?

Take the California Zephyr (but likely out east this time instead of just up into the mountains

Talk about a new friend you made this year

I met a transfem person and their then partner at a friend's birthday and loved chatting with both of them, it did sound like they broke up but I've had coffee with one of them a few times and we've had lovely conversations each time.

How was your birthday this year?

Really good! My partner asked a bunch of friends to get together for lunch with me at this open air food place and it was a small thing but I loved getting to see everyone. Likely the best birthday in a long time.

Favorite book you read this year?

There were a lot, Through Verdant Mirrors was a delight, Already mentioned Enchanted Forest, I bought and read a ton of @ beedokwrites' books on itch, all of which were lovely, also the light novels for I'm in Love with the Villainess

What’s a bad habit you picked up this year?

Skipping breakfast, I used to be extremely regular about it.

Post a picture from the beginning of the year

Post a picture from the end of the year

A memorable meal this year?

I made a turkey and potato dumpling soup from November leftovers and it's my favorite soup to make.

What’re you excited about for next year?

I had to drop out of a Spanish class I was taking from the community college cuz the instructor, he was a jerk who didn't teach well, so I'm taking it next semester with an instructor who knows her shit and wasn't a jerk

What’s something you learned this year?

I started learning how to spin yarn on a drop spindle, I didn't know they were a thing until I read @ niki-smith's deep and dark blue and it's been a delightful experience.

What’s something new about your place of residence (room, home, or general location) now vs the start of the year?

We have a working fireplace now

Favorite place you visited this year?

Glenwood springs, in that it was the only place we went, took the train up, best way to go.

If you could send a message to yourself back on the first day of the year, what would it be?

Shoe sizes don't stop being gendered at 12, understand hat you've already lost two and a half sizes when you're telling other trans women "amazing for you" when they share how much they lost!

Did you keep any New Year’s Resolutions?

I didn't make any, so no

Did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? Describe one

I made a character for a Halloween zine that I didn't end up submitting to, a dragoness writing a recipe blog style story for a "dragon readers digest" print publication found footage sort of deal. Still have like half of it written and a lot of her details in my head.

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chaoticsoft · 1 year

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I Turn 30 in 6 Days. Here Are Some of the Things I've Learned:

Cut your kitchen sponge in half. They really don't need to be as big as they are to get the job done and it makes the pack last way longer.

Cheap(er) shampoo, expensive conditioner.

If you can afford their care, a little animal companion does wonders for your mental health.

Learning languages is a cool and sexy way to keep your brain malleable.

Speaking of malleability, stretch your muscles every single day. Every. Day.

If you are someone who gets a period, menstrual cups are something that's improved my quality of life so much. Reusable, cloth pads and period underwear are also game-changers. Good for the environment and you save so much money.

If a job hires you on the spot, like immediately, barely asking you a single question about your qualifications, there's a 97% chance that job is going to be a disaster.

In a similar vein, if someone gets very, very serious about you/tells you they want to marry you after barely dating for like a month, that is a red flag. While there are cases where it can work out, 9 times out of 10, that person is not in love with you (How can they be? They don't know you yet), and is simply desperate to be with someone, anyone, doesn't really matter who. Not a healthy foundation for a relationship.

Protein helps a hangover. Everyone finds their own little things that work for them, but my personal favorite remedy is steak & eggs.

Speaking of alcohol, I am of the "harm reduction" school of thought. If you're going to drink (or do drugs, for that matter), do it at home where you are safe and around people you trust. Use as little as possible and take tolerance breaks.

Cooking doesn't have to be complicated. If you can read, you can do it. The easiest thing ever is soups. A good rule of thumb is to start with something from the allium family (leeks, garlic, shallots, onions), something to add bulk like your potato of choice, carrots, butternut squash, then something leafy for texture like kale, bok choy, cabbage. Nutritional yeast can add a wonderful flavor.

Try and have at least one healthy, easy meal you can make when you're in a bad headspace. My go-to is lentils cooked in vegetable broth eaten over microwaveable rice. Or I throw a bag of frozen vegetables and a can of coconut milk into a pan with turmeric, ginger powder, cayenne pepper, coriander, etc.-- Bam, vegetable curry in like 10ish minutes.

Sex toys are tools to achieve or enhance sexual pleasure. A partner who is threatened by a vibrator ain't shit lol.

If you, like me, were never taught how to self-soothe (regulate your negative emotions/calm yourself down without spiraling into darkness), a piece of advice my therapist offered me was to speak to myself as though I'm a very small, frightened child. To comfort a child that's crying, I would not say, "get over it, you dumb bitch" or whatever cruel, negative self-talk I tend to throw at myself. Instead, I would speak calmly to that child. I would gently soothe them, reassuring them that they are safe. I do this with myself all the time now, calling myself "sweetheart," assuring myself that everything will be okay. It has not replaced the mean, negative voice in my head, but it does always challenge and often override it.

Your healing does not depend on those who hurt you being sorry.

If you are the marrying kind, marry the one who feels like safety, who you look at and your heart thinks, "Home." Marry the one who, when they tell you everything will be alright, you can believe them. It helps, also, to find your best and deepest friendship in your mate. To genuinely like as well as love them.

#sarah writes things #personal

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creepyschoolgirl · 1 year

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Hello, here more stuff for my self insert x Johan I was inspired by talking to @jordanlikesjohanliebert about Johan together! This also has some winter themes!

Johan loves pulling me into warm hugs when I am distressed and depressed. He always gives me head scratches too awhile hugging me when I start falling asleep in his arms he picks me up and lays me in bed.

I usually steal Johan’s sweaters during the winter because I get super cold. I think I mentioned that before but I can see him cuddling me in his black sweater that’s my favorite one I love stealing. He sends a picture to Anna showing her our winter cuddles!

I think during the winter months we cuddle a lot and drink hot chocolate and watch tv. Johan has his arm around me awhile I snuggle up to him for warmth and he just kisses my head. Awhile drinking hot cocoa together he makes give me marshmallows in mine he just chuckles at me because I love those tiny marshmallows! He loves it when I do adorable things like that because just wants spoil me even more!

Johan buys a lot of soups for dinner in the winter . He makes homemade ones too he makes the best potato soup ever! I definitely see me sitting on the kitchen counter watching him cook it but he tells me get off or I will get burnt.

My birthday is in January so I can see him taking me out for dinner then and take me go shopping definitely he be making me dress warm when we go out. “ my little camellia you can’t just wear my sweater go put on a sweater dress and stockings on!” “ but Johan it’s so soft!” He be looking at me with a serious face then I go change lol!

Johan and I usually go to our bedroom during the night when we want go bed but sometimes I just want stay in bed all day long. Johan usually has me in the living room with him or I am helping him around out apartment. I think Johan will get worried a lot if I am over sleeping again he always finds something for us to do.

I have an idea of Johan and I buying stuff from the thrift store. I can us buying little knickknacks and I be buying some interesting jewelry and clothes. Johan always disappears in the knickknack section of the store “ Julia look at it it’s a dried out rose in a glass heart!” “ oh my lord Johan that’s so beautiful!” Us loving the strange things in the thrift store! But he secretly buys it for me as a gift!

When we are out or when Johan is out he always buys me a stuffed animal because I love my stuffies! I have whole section in our bedroom with my stuffies from him or his sister as gifts! I can see me and Anna buying each other stuff definitely around the holidays and birthdays! One time Johan bought me a big cinnamonroll plush from Sanrio! Also I had just the adorable little thought of him buying me a stuffie awhile pregnant where I can hear our daughters heartbeat it’s a stuffed rabbit because get it our daughter named Alice and Alice in wonderland! I love Alice in wonderland!

I think our daughter Alice is born he probably cry happy tears with me! Because she our little angel who came into our lives but boy let me tell you overprotective dad Liebert is now in town! I got that idea from @malware-180 you writing him as a dad because I can see him being overprotective and what’s best for his kids but mostly dreams I had me being pregnant lol.

I think I when I do get pregnant with Alice it’s 3 years later or a year later. But Johan just gets teary eyed because this a happy moment for us! But I think it definitely happen 3 years later because right now Johan and I are finding ourselves.

Mr. Yandere Liebert comes out more during the pregnancy because he wants me safe and stress free! Definitely keeps an eye on me at all times! Even awhile not pregnant he dose same thing but it gets bigger his urges to keep me safe and not stressed!

I don’t know if this just me or something but, I think about Johan being like a caregiver for me sometimes of my health issues and my mental health problems also my disability and so forth. I think he would definitely be the best person for it especially when my anxiety gets bad. I think we take care of each other in a way even though he mostly taking care of me.

This is the last one for now, I just been thinking about how would it be going on trips with him too and I can see us getting away for a bit somewhere. Johan definitely gets us a 5 star hotel because he wants me feel special and nice. Oh man I can us now chilling in a hot tub lol and then getting some food!

I hope you guys like it feel free tell me what you think!

#johan liebert #f/o stuff #naoki urasawa’s monster #my self insert #I think these are cute

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larkawolfgirl · 2 years

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Asstastic Round Two (Chocobros)

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Final Fantasy XV Relationship: Gladiolus Amicitia/Prompto Argentum/Noctis Lucis Caelum/Ignis Scientia Characters: Prompto Argentum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Noctis Lucis Caelum

Summary: “Prompto and I were talking,” Ignis begins, “and thought we would ask if you would like to take Prompto’s role from last night. With Prompto and myself instead of Gladio, naturally.” “Shit.” Noctis slumps back in his chair looking stunned. “For some reason, I never thought about doing it, but now that I think about it…” “Of course, if it becomes unpleasant, we will stop.” “Yeah,” Prompto assures. “Just say the word.” Noct takes a moment before answering. “Yeah, sure.”

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Prompto is pleasantly surprised to wake within a cuddle sandwich. Even before he opens his eyes he recognizes the feel of Noct’s messy mop of hair tickling against the hollow of his neck with each breath and the secure hold of Ignis’ arm around his middle. Waking to Noct snuggled against him is commonplace enough, but he is rarely blessed with Ignis’ presence since the man is usually up bright and early no matter what time he retired for the night. Even though Prompto is also an early riser, Ignis has usually already brewed a pot of coffee by the time he sets out for his morning run.

Today, however, the man seems to have deemed their rare day off worthy of extra rest. It’s a special treat being able to watch him sleep and Prompto can’t help but smile at the sight of his relaxed features and wish he had his camera to capture it. The moment is short-lived, as Ignis makes a little groan before blinking his eyes open. His face is blankly composed for a second, then, once he’s fully aware, it melts into fondness.

“Good morning.”

“Morning,” Prompto answers back. “This is nice.”

“It is.” He squeezes his arm fuller around Prompto and sighs. Noctis shifts and mumbles something about “big oafs” making them both laugh. “As nice as this is, I should best begin work on breakfast. Nourishment is in order after last night.”

Ignis looks well-rested for once, and Prompto’s glad. He’s lost count of how many times he’s caught Ignis overtired and overworked.

“Let me do it.”

“As always, your help would be greatly appreciated.”

“No, you stay and rest.”

“Now, love--”

Prompto stops him with a level frown. “What, you don’t trust me alone in the kitchen?”

“That isn’t it...exactly.”

He gives a dramatic gasp. “It is! For Astrals sake, how do you think I eat when the rest of you are away?”

“My apologies.” He makes a sweeping motion with his hand. “Go right ahead.”

“That’s more like it.” Prompto hops out of bed--or as much of a hop as he can still feeling pleasantly sore after last night.

As soon as he’s up, Noct begins to grumble in his sleep, and Ignis quickly moves over to fill in the empty space. The king latches onto him immediately and nuzzles his head into his shoulder.

“See?” Prompto asks triumphantly. “Laying back and letting me cook won’t be all bad.”

“Naturally.”

Prompto nabs his phone off the nightstand and shuffles out of the room. Fiddling with his music app, he sets a chipper bass tune on low and takes a look inside the fridge. There’s always scrambled eggs and bacon, but he feels like being a bit more adventurous, if only to prove to Iggy he can. Seeing the deli ham, he remembers the breakfast his mother used to always make on her days off. It is a casserole with ham, hash browns, cheese, and cream of potato soup. It is simple enough to not take much preparation but fancy enough to remind Ignis that, unlike Noct, he could make his way around a kitchen.

When he returns to the bedroom and sets a timer on his phone, Gladio is awake. “Morning,” Prompto greets, going over to give him a kiss.

Gladio returns it lazily and stretches. “Morning.”

“Food won’t be done for an hour, so there’s time for a run and shower.”

“Wanna join me?”

Prompto shakes his head with a smile. “Maybe the shower, but I don’t think I can keep up with you right now.”

Gladio chuckles and claps him on the arm. “Who’s fault’s that?”

Prompto chuckles with him. “Hey, I wasn’t pointing any blame.”

“Okay, chocobo,” he winks, “but I’ll be hitting you up when I get back for that shower.”

“Now don’t start getting any ideas, Igster and I already have a plan, remember?.”

“You two are really gonna ask?”

“There is no harm in asking,” Ignis says.

“Alright then.” He stands up and stretches out his arms and legs. “Guess I’ll just have to be good and patient, then.”

Ignis quirks his lips. “It will be worth the wait, I assure you “

Prompto helps Ignis do some cleaning around the apartment while they await Gladio’s return.

When he does get back, he’s breathing heavy and slicked with sweat, and Prompto nearly breaks down when they step into the shower together. Caught up on the adrenaline, Gladio’s dick is starting to stir just from being so close to him, and gods does he look good dripping wet.It wouldn't do too much harm to give him a quick handjob, but he also wants the shield to be just as hard and wanting in anticipation as him and Iggy.

Prompto licks his lips and says as nonchalantly as he can through the sexual tension, “Even though you aren't gonna fuck him, you're still gonna be in involved, alright. No way I'm letting you just sit there and watch.”

Gladio’s dick bounces at his words. “That an order?”

Prompto gives him a squeeze. “You bettcha. Gods, I hope he's up for it.”

“Well, I am.”

Prompto laughs. “You’ve gotta tell Iggy that when we get out.”

All three of them rouse Noct out of bed. Ignis turns the lights on and throws the blankets off. Prompto literally throws himself over the sleeping prince. Gladio shakes at his shoulder, while calling out loudly, “Rise n shine, princess.”

Noct groans and tries to burrow into the mattress but Prompto’s weight keeps him in place. “Too early,” he mumbles.

“Not really,” Prompto says. “Dude it’s nearly 10. Food’s ready.”

The mention of breakfast perks him up some. He rolls his head so he is facing Ignis. “No veggies?”

“Actually, Prompto is the chef today.”

Noct cranes his head to look at him, and Prompto beams at him.

“Nope. Not unless you’re counting potatoes.”

“Sweet.”

It doesn’t take long to get him to the dinner table after that. Ignis offers to divvy up portions since Prompto cooked, but the blonde is too excited to show his masterpiece and insists on doing it himself.

“So?” He asks with a grin as he watches them each take their first bite.

Noct grins. “Good. Very potatoey.”

Gladio nods. “Yeah. It’s good, Prom.” Ignis savors the taste before answering. “This is lovely. Did you come up with the recipe yourself?”

Prompto blushes slightly at the praise. “My mom used to make it for me. It was one of my favorite memories.”

Ignis takes hold of his hand and smiles. “Now it can be one of our memories too.”

Prompto smiles back.

They eat mostly in silence after that, but Noctis looks on suspiciously when Ignis doesn’t move to clear the table afterward. “Alright. What’s up?”

“What do you mean?” Prompto asks innocently.

“Iggy would usually be washing the dishes by now.”

“I merely plan to enjoy our joint day off.”

“Yeah, Noct,” Gladio runs his hand over the length of his shoulders, “can’t we all just enjoy it?”

“And what do you mean by enjoy?”

Prompto hums and rests his chin in his palms. “What do you think?”

“Sex,” Noct replies immediately and Gladio chuckles.

“That’s a good eye you got.”

“Thanks, so, what’re you thinking?”

“Prompto and I were talking,” Ignis begins, “and thought we would ask if you would like to take Prompto’s role from last night. With Prompto and myself instead of Gladio, naturally.”

“Shit.” Noctis slumps back in his chair looking stunned. “For some reason, I never thought about doing it, but now that I think about it…”

“Of course, if it becomes unpleasant, we will stop.”

“Yeah,” Prompto assures. “Just say the word.”

Noct takes a moment before answering. “Yeah, sure.”

Gladio is warm and naked, prompted against the headboard behind him to serve as a human pillow. It is nice and comfy, and Prompto could have closed his eyes and drifted back off to sleep if not for the anticipation bounding through him when he feels Noct settling himself down on his thighs.

“Shit,” Gladio says, running his hands over Prompto’s stomach, “I don’t know which is hotter. Finally being able to DP you, or watching him finally be DPed.”

“Hard same.”

“Why does it have to be a contest?” Noct asks.

“Why? You afraid of the competition?”

Noct makes a face, which Prompto melts away with a kiss. “Don’t worry, buddy. There won’t be any losers here.”

As if emphasizing his words, Ignis inserts a lubed finger without warning and Noctis squirms forward with a surprised gasp. Prompto’s hands find his ass and help Ignis out by simultaneously spreading his cheeks out and holding him in place.

Nocts gives a quieter gasp when a second finger slips in. “I...don’t need you holding me, ya know?”

Prompto leans forward to kiss his shoulder. “You will once we’ve both in.” He shivers at that.

Ignis works a third finger in and spreads them to stretch him out as best he can. “Alright. This will be easiest if you take Prompto first.”

Noctis nods, and Prompto helps guide him into position, hands still covering his asscheeks. He takes a steadying breath before sinking down, not slowly but not exactly fast either. Prompto leans back against Gladio as pleasure floods him. He can feel Gladio’s dick stirring at his back and he presses harder against it.

“That’s it, Gladdy. Go ahead and use my back.”

Gladio plants a kiss at his shoulder just as Noct finaly takes him in a full thrust. He can’t see Gladio’s eyes, but he is sure they are burning fiercely. “I won’t last long if I start now.”

And gods is that hot. They aren’t even really started yet, and he’s already aching to thrust back and forth between his lovers, so Prompto gets what he means. It’s even hotter when Gladio decides to keep kissing at his neck, then his shoulder, sucking and kissing, so that he’s caught between a hot channel and a hot mouth. Then Ignis is pushing his fingers back in beside his dick, and he can feel the way each one waggles to loosen his walls more.

“Oh, gods,” Noct moans, wigglying his ass back onto his fingers “this anticipation is killing me. Come on, Iggy, fuck me already.” Prompto’s just as impatient. He can’t wait to feel Ignis’ dick hard and hot against him too.

Ignis places a chaste kiss to the small of Noctis’ back. “If you are sure you are ready.”

“I was born ready,” he huffs and Ignis chuckles fondly.

“Then I guess I have no reason to hold myself back, then?” He says it in the form of a question, but they all know it isn’t one. It only takes a moment for him to coat himself in lube and begin to press in. It is a tight fit, Noctis not being used to giant toys like Prompto is, and it is a slow process to fully shealth himself, but finally his full length is there squished hard against Prompto’s. He’s suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to kiss Ignis, but he can’t reach, so he promps himself up with a pout, and whines, “Iggy.”

The advisor is swift to lean over Noctis’ shoulder to reach him, which traps Noctis between them, and the king rocks his cock into Prompto’s abs.

“Holy, fuck,” Gladio groans against his neck before sitting up further so that Noct and Prompto are completely sandwhiched between him and Ignis and finally starting to rub his own rock-hard dick against his back as promised, and honestly, this is as close to heaven as Prompto can imagine. He’ll always be a slut for feeling as much as he can of his lovers.

“Yeah, fuck,” he moans over Ignis lips, “fuck, Noct. Fuck us, come on.”

Noctis gives a whine and bounces as best as he can given his limited room. He doesn’t have much leverage, but Prompto’s still squeezing at his cheeks and being rocked into him with each of Gladio’s own thrusts. Ignis has the most room, though, so he has the most control over the pace, and he’s jerking his hips slowly but forcefully, and Noctis is coming apart at the seams just as much as Prompto is. His head is thrown back onto Ignis’ shoulder as he pants non-stop.

“Shit, shit,” Prompto says, “Gladdy, let’s help Noct, too.”

One of his hands stay on his nipple as the other jams between them to find the king’s instead. Following him, Prompto removes one of his hands from his ass to take his cock. He squeezes at him and rubs the head harder against his abs.

Noct’s forehead slumps onto Prompto’s free shoulder. “Fuck, this is too good,”

Prompto’s thinking the exact same thing as Gladio sucks a hickey into the junction between his neck and shoulder.

Ignis slams in a bit faster and they all grunt in unison.

“Fuck, Specs, please, gods,” Noct whines. He’s clamping down onto them making it even tighter and hotter, and even though Prompto knows he is already close, he’s still dying to feel Ignis’ cock slamming over his length hard and fast.

“Please, Iggy,” he whines as well before kissing him senseless in the hopes it will break him.

Either their pleas or the kiss does, because the next thrusts come just as powerful but in quick sucession, and Noctis sounds close to sobbing in pleasure and Gladio is growling as he attempts to grind himself into Prompto’s back at the same pace. Noctis only lasts a handful more thrusts before clamping down around him and Ignis, and between the tightness and rush of hot seed against his chest and stomach, Prompto’s cumming immediately after.

Ignis groans and Gladio’s hands abandon him and Noctis to reach around to tug Ignis in even harder, and now Noctis really is sobbing as he continues to use his hole. Prompto slumps his head back against Gladio’s chest, watching as the shield moves in to take his place at Ignis’ mouth. The elders of the group bite more than kiss as they jerk back and forth on either side of them, and then finally, Ignis finds his orgasm with Gladio soon after.

Prompto sucks in heavy breaths. He’s so hot and stiky, cum coating his dick, stomach, and back. He’s not about to complain, though, and a goofy, sleepy smile settles on his face as he moves his hands to Noct’s back to hug him. “That was, wow.”

“Fucking hottest thing ever. Not that I don’t love your ass, Prom, but shit, feeling you both there. I’ve never felt so full.”

Gladio smirks. “Wait till I’m in there.”

Noctis gives a huff. “You just assume I’ll let you?”

“Oh, really? You gonna gush about being stretched then pretend you aren’t gonna beg me for my cock? Admit you’re a cockslut just like Prom.”

“Yeah, Noct,” Prompto chirps. “There’s no shame in it. It’s more fun, being honest. You get all the cock you could want.”

“Guess there’s no point denying it at this point, huh?”

“There never was, king charmless.”

#my writing #chocobros #polyship roadtrip #prompto argentum #gladiolus amicitia #ignis scientia #noctis lucis caelum #fanfic #ffxv #final fantasy xv #fanfiction

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GoooooOOOOOOoooOOooOooddddd day and evenening and everything to you!!! ;-D

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P.S.: Sorry for your current struggle!

P.P.S.: I hope my questions about the ghosts did not make you more uncomfortable!

P.P.P.S.: I hope these are not too many questions for you but I figured since you asked for distractions, more would be merrier. :-)

Goooooooooooooooooooooood times to you too!

Most favorite activity?

i really enjoy drawing i love makin up characters n stories also!

4.Kind of meal you really appreciate?

honest to goodness i appreciate almost anything someone feeds me especially if its home-cooked but i really do love breakfast foods potatoes n cheese best.

6. Do you have any idols?

im not sure what counts as an idol? i once got told that my favorite book series when i was 12 was an idol?

8. Favorite music genre?

i like speed metal

13. A job you can't do yourself but admire people who do?

oh there is a LOT dentists, plumbers, trash collectors, house keepers, teachers, pharmacists there are some very skilled and wonderful people who do a lot for our community

15.Do you believe in ghosts? and 16 If so, how do you imagine them? If not, is it just because you don't want to make contact with them?

i love the idea of ghosts i like the idea of there being some kind of after life so that i can be with the people I've lost again and so i can watch after and not be far from the people i love who are living.

I like to think ghosts just are here waiting and watching able to go where ever they'd like because they don't need to breath or worry about catching on fire or something to just enjoy the afterlife with their friends n family, explore, learn from mistakes they made in life, fix relationships (also i want to go to the bottom of the ocean so bad)

but i don't really believe in them, i want them to be real but i cant help but feel like if ghosts are real then why are there so many crimes against the dead unsolved and why is there no justice for millions of people? I feel like my passed family would find ways to yell at me from the grave for my many flaws and sins (p.s.dont worry friend thank you for caring)

22. Movie you can't stop cheering up for?

alright friend ima introduce you to my most favorite movie it's called Journey to Beginning of Time by Karel Zeman my grandad had the VHS and i have LOVED it since i was three years old. I used to set up a blanket on the floor some chairs and a blanket on top to make a roof, staple some paper together to make "my diary" wear a goofy hat and pretend i was in the movie with the boys goin on they're adventure Its about a four boys who get on a boat and go back in time they each have their own personalities and adventures all of em but one of them have goofy hats! one of them wants to be a scientist so he documents all their findings in a diary theres a lot of great prehistoric critters someone almost gets eaten by a terror bird, someone fights a scary lizard thing i dont remember what it was supposed to be some kind of froggy newt thing it scared me depending on whether you watch the original czech version or the shitty English dub (my grandad had both my grandma grew up with the orignal so she likes that one better) you'll either see the big bang or the creation from the bible i grew up with the shitty english dub so i got weird hand creation ending and ima be honest i prefer that version but probs only because thats what i grew up on. I WISH TO GOD i could find it on dvd in the shitty english dub i grew up with SO MUCH i watched that VHS so much it died im pretty certain i had a crush on the youngest boy played by Vladimir Bejval his character caught a fish.. its a great movie if you get the chance to watch it but it's also like made in like the 50s so uuuuuuh keep that in mind but for the time it was made the special effects were brilliant. it makes me happy its like a warm bowl of soup but in film.

23. Best ingredients for a pizza?

scrambled eggs bacon n sausage or just plan ol pepperoni

25. Can you dance? Is there any dance you want to learn someday?

No not well i know some like old dances from when i was in a few plays like pride n prejudice, id like to learn swing dance

29.Good memory from your childhood you keep remembering?

it was nice having a group of friends and just sitting in our bedrooms drawing, making ocs and stories together and listening to each other gush about the things that made them happy.

35. If you could gain any ability for giving up one, which one would you pay and which one achieve?

uhhhh ability to whistle for the ability to cure all injury and illness (not a fair trade but lemme be reverse Infectious Lass please)

39.What are you mostly in the mood for the whole day?

im always pretty happy to talk to my partner and read books to my siblings ALSO IM ALWAYS A SLUT FOR GOIN FOR A WALK IF ITS PRETTY OUTSIDE

53.Were you a smart kid at school?

nope!

55 .Do you like your hometown?

i love some people here otherwise indifferent?

73.Do you do any sports and if so which ones?

nope i was homeschooled

74.What's your dresscode? What makes you choose the clothes you're wearing? (on different occasions)

i really prefer skirts over dresses spef at knee length and i prefer no sleeves or short sleeves with just a sweater if it gets chilly. i like feelin fancy and cutesy.

77.Can you imagine something pretty romantic you would like your/a partner to do for you?

honest the most romantic thing i think someone can do is just to be there for each other that you want to experience life together even when life is incredibly shitty and not ideal at the moment but sticking through it with them anyhow because you want to experience life with them whem it's good or bad, being there the day their parents die, not ditching them if they lose their job being their cheerleader if they get cancer...just kinda knowin your a team that you've got their back n them your's and that you'll build a life together that makes you both happy through it all idk just bein there n lettin me be there for em in return? but idk im kinda shit at the romance tbh uuuuhhhh i appreciate it when someone sets time aside for me that means a lot to me more then they'll probably ever know

79.Is it risky to ask you whether you are a honest person or not?

not sure if im the right one to judge that but i have been told im "stupidly honest" id like to think im honest but im not sure? i dont trust myself in anything!

84.Are you into candies?

yes i love sour candies and chocolates

90.If you know your go-to person currently has time, do you still text them, call them or leave a voice message?

im not sure im smart enough to understand this question?

98.Do you prefer living in a (big) city or in a (countryside) rural area?

they both have their ups n downs probably country side.

Thank you so very very very much for the asks golly gee it def gave my brain a break from all the big scares thank you so much really honest you have no clue how much this helped calm me down i really really appreciate it so much i hope your weekend is wonderful and i hope the weather is nice and you get to eat something nice and your day is full of lots of small joys!

#long post #asks #younganonymus #life has gotten scary again and im probs over reacting but i cant stop my brain from being scary n making me cry like an idiot #linds talks waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay to much #yall probally know enough about me now through this to just like pretend to be me #thank you really

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