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xxx109bradpittfanxxx109 · 7 months

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Pot Stickers / Dumplings / Gyoza / there's too many names for this

To spread awareness of Camp Quality Hong Kong, a charity which supports children diagnosed with cancer, I decided to make vegetarian potstickers!

Camp Quality Hong Kong is a bit of a stretch when it comes to Brad Pitt's charity donations, but it's partnership to Kiehl’s as well as Brad Pitt makes for way for a delicious meal.

Now, I already had most of the ingredients in the recipe so I didn't bother to go out grocery shopping for the other ingredients. I just improvised with what I already had, and hoped for the best.

So no cabbage, no cilantro, no sesame or neutral oil (I already had olive oil). I subbed out sherry for balsamic vinegar instead, and for the soy sauce I just used my calamansi soy sauce.

INGREDIENTS

3 tablespoons neutral olive oil = to make more healthier

20 chives, finely diced = instead of green onions

1 garlic, minced

3 mushrooms, finely diced

1/4 red bell pepper, finely diced

1 carrot, shredded

Salt

Ginger powder = I ran out of actual ginger

Chilli

Pepper

2 tablespoons soy sauce = I used Calamansi soy sauce

3 tablespoons of balsamic vinegar = instead of sherry

1 teaspoon sugar

Gyoza wrapper

1/4 cup water (60 mL) for sealing

The garlic granule is a lie.

Its actually chilli.

And always had been chilli.

Preparation

I finely dice the vegetables and grouped them together according to the recipe. I put the onions, garlic, chives, and ginger powder in one bowl. I didn't have any green onions so I put in some chilli in the bowl instead. Then I prepared another bowl and filled it with the mushrooms and bell pepper. And a third bowl for the shredded carrot and sprinkled salt and pepper on it.

Heat 3 tablespoons of oil in a deep pan or wok over medium heat.

Add the onion, ginger, and garlic and cook until the onion is translucent.

Add the mushrooms and bell peppers to the pan. Cook until the mushrooms are softened.

Add the carrots, salt, and pepper.

Cook for another 3-4 minutes, until tender, then remove the pan from the heat. Set aside to cool completely. Once cooled, I added the soy sauce, sesame oil, cooking sherry, and sugar. Mix well.

Add a spoonful of the vegetable mixture to the center of the wrappers. Dip your finger in water and run it around the edge of the dough. Fold the dough over the filling, pleating and pressing the edges together to seal. And for extra measure, I folded the pleats over to secure the fillings inside.

I was feeling lazy and didn't want to wash more dishes, and since I already had a steamer, I just put the pot stickers in there.

I steamed them for 20 minutes to really cook the wrappers.

And voila!

And just serve with any choice of dipping sauce.

Honestly? It turned out better than I expected. But I think I needed to steam it a bit more since the wrapper was just a bit thick and chewy in my opinion.

Overall, pretty good 👍👍

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becca-e-barnes · 11 months

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Sub Bucky and a breeding kink 💀 dead unlived it's one of my favourite things 😌

This is pretty high up there on my list of dream fantasies 🥵 these are two of my biggest weaknesses, don't even look at me rn

One of life's greatest joys is cuddling with the other person's head resting on your chest so you can play with their hair and rub their shoulders. I love that shit, having someone else's body weight on you is so comforting.

I imagine that's something Bucky would really enjoy too. It's so soft and sweet and tender and getting to feel cared for would really appeal to him.

But that's up until his hands work their way under your top, up over your bare skin so he's able to cup your breasts and bury his face between them while he's getting his hair played with. Life's pleasures don't get much simpler than that.

After a few moments he shifts slightly, tugging the neckline of your shirt out of the way to give himself space to kiss and nip your skin. All of a sudden he's desperate and it's beautiful to watch.

"Please." He whispers between frantic kisses, flicking his tongue over the stiff peak of your nipple before engulfing it with his warm, eager mouth.

"Please, what?" You tease, tugging on his hair just a little for emphasis.

He groans, frustrated by his own lack of coherence, pulling his mouth from your nipple. "Please let me put a baby in you."

That's not what you were expecting but fuck, he makes it sound pretty appealing.

"Bucky-" You begin but he cuts you off, giving your other nipple the same attention as he gave the first. God, that's distracting.

"You'd make. Such. A pretty. Mommy." He whispers, kissing his way down your body until he reaches the bottom seam of your top. From there, he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor before removing the rest of your clothes.

"You'd look so pretty with a little baby bump." His huge hand rests on your bare tummy, imaging how your body would change.

"I want it, Buck." You mean it too. It doesn't sound like such a bad idea when he's taking his clothes off.

"I know you want it." He groans, rubbing the tip of his dick against your soaked core. "Y-you're so wet."

He presses his hips forward, sliding inside you and you can't explain it but you swear it feels different this time.

"Don't even think about pulling out." You cup his face in your hands, keeping his eyes on you and you almost worry he's going to fuck himself senseless into you. "I want you to make me a mommy. You're going to give me every single drop of cum and when it starts to drip out of me, you're going to fuck it back in."

His head falls onto your shoulder, sobbing a pathetic moan against your already hot skin. The pace of his thrusts matches his need, his hips slamming into yours and when he finally gives in, he cums inside you with your legs clamped around his waist, making sure he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to.

#asks answered <3 #becca writes spice #anon #sub!bucky #subby bucky #this is one of those fantasies that's nice in my head #I think I'd like to be at that point in my life but it's absolutely not where I'm at rn #maybe some day tho #I started writing a new series yesterday #making a lil moodboard #excited to post the concept #can't decide if I want each chapter to feel like a continuation of the one before #or if I want the chapters to be more detached from each other with time passing in between #might actually space it out over a weekend?#I took my lil granny out for lunch today and she's just the cutest #she usually comes up to ours for Sunday lunch but my parents were out this weekend #so I made her dinner last night and took it down to her and I asked if she wanted to go out for Sunday lunch for a change #she made me book the table right there in front of her so she'd be able to look forward to it 🥺#I sat with her for over an hour yesterday evening and she smiled nearly the whole time #she's too cute I swear

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 4 months

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hm. im not very big on new years resolutions, they're too much pressure. but... perhaps i can handle new years Desires

this year i want to complete a lil comic, fan-based or otherwise. i'd like to also complete some sort of storyboard/animatic thing. i want to develop a coloring style that i can be proud of. i want to get to a point with my dragons where they can have a coherent story & world to live in. i want to think of so many fun, trivial facts about my characters. i want to post more about them. i want to write and post an original thing, be it 1k words or 10k. i want to finish the rough draft of a book i outlined. i want to be kinder to myself. i want to create more gift art for others. i want to put more effort & care & love into my art. i want to force myself into the world and figure out how to live. i want to make an irl friend. try a new craft - scrapbooking, maybe, or making an enamel pin. i want to finish that last commission and make a new sheet for more. i want to be freer with myself. i want to finish at least three fics. i want to go whale watching again. i want to improve my art, especially in the matter of drawing people. i want to bake something tasty and share it with the neighbors. i want to be content with existing. i want to have more good things in life to list on bad days. i want to build a birdhouse.

#i also... want to buy sort & jar more clay sprinkles #and unpack everything in my room #last place i lived in for three years had boxes from that move that i never opened #not this time... this time Everything will find a place...#maybe ill try poetry! maybe ill volunteer on a tallship again!#maybe ill change my hair! spice up my style! leash train my cat!#i want to improve my writing as well #and read more books! even if im just rereading!#No! i want to read priory of the orange tree!#absolutely unprompted #the last few years ive just... had very little hopes or desires #it was just one month after the next with the knowledge that id do nothing the next year too #not this year please. not this year....#i want to Try. i want to live. please? please #the beginning of this year is gonna be tough and my life's stability is being threatened #but! i will hold on hope with bloody teeth. im gonna make it this time. i want to change for the better #and i will. thats my only resolution. the others are maybes and what ifs #but i Am going to change. i want to be in the world and so i shall be. i want to be a person and so i will make it happen #clinging to that this year. im worth it! this time i really am worth it.

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thanos-the-dad-titan · 4 months

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I know I'm late to the party but this scene is living rent free in my head. Neil doing a full number to Spice up your Life is everything. The spin into the wall, damn..

I'm full in for this season.

#doctor who #the doctor #the toymaker #neil patrick harris #david tennant #spice girls #slay #spice up your life #living in my head rent free #fuck yeah

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sporadicfrogs · 5 months

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I do think one of my favourite doctor who things is when the Big Bad does a fun little musical number while the camera periodically focuses on the Doctor's Serious Stricken Face while the Big Bad shimmies in the background

#doctor who #its so fun #and the doctor always looks SO serious #like babe i know the worlds ending and/or people are dying but cmon crack a smile or smth #obs the toymakers spice up your life number is in incredible #but also the master as rasputin #and actually the master on the valiant #it all plays on a loop in my head

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meg-gumigumi · 1 year

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✧˚ · .✧˚ Darling

summary: you pose as Loid’s fake wife once more, without realising the dangers it comes with it, whether it’s loid himself, or another third party.

word count: 3,655

warning: gun violence!

tags: Loid x female reader! (can be seen as gn) Loid fluff?? Definitely angst..more or less.

a/n: I saw this idea on the character.ai chat…this became so much longer than I intended to. I was just going with the flow and also its very cringe as well...yeah..the plot of the story kinda just went south when I was writing oh well...(not proof read, so good luck I guess)

The night seemed all too normal, while music wafted through the air at the event. You weren’t entirely sure why Loid had asked you along, once more asking you to pose as his wife, but you didn’t press for information.

As he was off busying himself with making conversation, you stood alone, absentmindedly sipping your champagne.

If you were asked to play as the wife, the least he could do is play his part right. You sighed, clicking your tongue once you noticed your champagne glass was empty.

The classical music buzzed quietly in the air as you manoeuvred your way to the open bar, slipping your gloves off and placing them to the counter.

"I’ll have another glass please" you sighed once more, taking a seat.

The bartender turned to you, an overly cheerful smile spreading across his face as he asked the typical bartender line of "Can I get you anything else, miss?"

The smile didn't falter, even as he poured the rest of the champagne into your glass. In your mind you silently wondered what would happen if you ordered, say, a shot of whiskey instead, simply out of pure curiosity.

“A shot of whiskey if you will.” You shrugged, giving in. The bartender's smile briefly flickered, clearly taken aback by your unexpected request, but he obliged you. He went through the necessary motions, his grin once more plastered to his face as he presented you with the shot of whiskey.

Without a word of thanks, you gulped it down...and immediately had to fight back a reaction as you felt the alcohol kick in.

As your eyes drifted around the room, you couldn't help but feel someone nearby watching you. Or at least, that's what it felt like.

You kept a note of the feeling as you silently sipped your third glass of champagne this evening -- well drinks were your only company at the moment. Eyes still locked on Loid, irritated. Your black velvet dress hugged your body so perfectly, highlighting every curve. You had purposely chose to wear this dress but not a single compliment from his side....no.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could have sworn you saw the faintest hint of Loid's gaze sliding in your direction but as you turned to face him, any thought was instantly dispelled by his smile. A warm smile, mind you, the kind that would melt the hearts of lesser men. It didn't melt yours however and you found yourself scowling as you stared down at the glass.

"Something wrong, darling?" Loid's voice was a deep purr, with all of his previous formality replaced by casual confidence as he approached you. He was looking at you this time, you realized.

"Its darling now is it?" you muttered under your breath while taking another sip.

Oh he caught onto that alright. A corner of Loid's lip curved into a smile as he stepped right up in front of you, his breath hot on the side of your face as his arm snaked around your hips.

"Always has been, darling." He pressed a kiss to the side of your neck, his hands caressing you in ways you never would have expected... in public no less.

The grasp on your drink almost slipping from your hands as you try to gain composure. You softly exhale, placing your hands on his shoulder. While on the outside you seemed calm, internally you were freaking out.

A shiver went down your spine as Loid pressed his lips against your skin, his hand snaking their way up to your back to pull you in closer. He held you like a lover, with absolutely no regard for the eyes that were watching you from the side-lines. If he cared, he didn't show it.

"You're a bit tense, darling." Loid whispered, the low rumble of his voice filling your skull.

You placed the drink to the side, a delicate gasp escaping your lips as your hands draped around his neck, drawing him closer to whisper in his ear. "What are you doing."

"Showing my wife some affection." Loid's words were a breathy whisper that felt like it was just for you, that is until you heard the tittering among the rich folks, their eyes glued to your every move. "Is that such a bad thing?"

The sudden attention that fell upon the two of you made you feel overwhelmed. This is not what you meant by playing the part. Your breath fanned against his ear as you shuddered by his touch.

Loid continued the playful act, the attention of the elites be damned, he was going to show you off at any cost. He continued to hold you close and trail his kisses from your ear to your mouth before pulling away and gently kissing you on the cheek. As he pulled back a warm smile spread over his face.

"You really are beautiful." he whispered, clearly only talking to you. "I don't give these sorts of compliments often either." He added as an afterthought.

You would have scoffed at his comment if it weren't for the lingering touches of his fingers on your back. This was the first time he had complimented you this evening. You would have questioned his sudden change of behaviour before you noticed the grip of the fingers on your waist had tightened, in a way that implied danger. Your mouth almost felt dry with the way he gazed at you. You weren't sure where or who the danger was but you decided to trust Loid's instincts.

Your fingers gradually ran through his hair as your lips grazed his. The pleading look you gave him nearly sent him over the edge.

Loid took a sharp breath in through his nose. He had to steady himself so he wouldn't act on his... impulses but by God if you didn't see the pure lust in his eyes he may have just lost control.

From the corner of your eye, you detected the hurried movement within the crowd. You were right, someone was watching you and they were getting closer. The uneasiness heaving of you chest didn't calm you down, instead you glanced at Loid, as if waiting for his response.

The smile on his face disappearing as he took one final look at the crowd. He had long before observed the movements in hopes that his little charade would distract them.

He spoke in a hushed whisper. "Darling, we have to go." His voice was calm, reassuring even, but the steely glint in his eyes left no doubt about the danger that was approaching. With you in tow, he took your hand and started weaving his way through the crowd, clearly headed for an exit.

The three people, armed heavily, emerged from the crowd as the rich people scattered in terror, screams and shouts echoed within the hall. With that cue, Loid's hold on your hand now steady as his legs carried him forwards. Your body being forced to be pulled along with him. A couple of staggers and stumbles from your side had slowed him down. He stopped abruptly, head twisting to you.

"Its my dress, I can't run in it." you replied to his silent question. With a nod, he swept you up and continued to run. He picked up the pace, taking twists and turns until he managed to lose the pursuers, only stopping once you were out of sight.

"Jesus Christ..." He hissed, his breathing ragged as he lowered you to the ground before getting down beside you. "You could have told me about the dress."

"Really?! You could have told me about the pursuers!?" you yelled, clearly you were kept in the dark here. Your fingers nit-picked at the fabric of your dress as it clung to your skin.

"That's a fair point I suppose." He got to his feet and held a hand down to help you up. "Come on, there's an exit right here and it's close enough to a safe house where we can lay low while I figure out what their next move is." He spoke as if he was reciting a script, as if all of this was a regular thing to him.

Your brows furrowed heavily, taking a couple of steps backwards. "Who are you?" you asked. This person almost seemed like a stranger to you now. For all you know, his name might not even be real.

"Huh?" Loid paused briefly, but then his expression hardened, upon hearing the pursuers getting closer.

"I can't tell you that." Loid's patience was running scarce, as if he was in a rush to be out of here.

"The less you know about me right now, the better." He added, sounding almost... apologetic?

You could see it now, the truth behind his fake smile. The carefully crafted persona that he showed to the world, the one that hid his real self so perfectly. The grasp of his arms around your waist and alarmed sounds of gun shots brought you back to reality.

"Hold tight." was all he said for you to understand. His breath staggered with every twist he took, to lure them away. The car coming in sight with his line of vision. He turned to you, warm breath fanning at your temple.

"The car keys." he nicked his head to his pockets, gesturing for you to pick them out. You glanced up at him in surprise, face clearly etched with confusion. Yet you didn't waste any time, directing your hands into his pockets. You rummaged through, not being able feel the keys but however grabbing onto something else.

Loid let out a grunt, catching you by surprise. "The...other pocket..." he breathed as your ears blushed red. You hurriedly searched the other side, in hopes to feel the cold metal so that you could excuse yourself from this moment immediately. Without a word, you unlocked the car.

He carefully set you down into the passenger seat before he himself slipped into the drivers seat, pressing onto the gas immediately. You braced yourself forwards, catching yourself in time.

Loid glanced over to you before his eyes were back on the road. "Seatbelt, darling."

You growled silently, shifting to click the seatbelt in place as his foot hit the gas, the sudden acceleration causing you to gasp and your heart to skip a beat. The screeching of the tyres and the roaring of the engine were both muffled as Loid slammed it into the first open road, his attention glued to the road.

"Loid!" You shouted, the shock in your voice barely covering the terror. In an instant, the car was hurtling down the street, swerving around cars as it continued to speed away.

"You have some explaining to do, Loid." You huffed, grasping onto the side as you struggled to calm your nerves.

You questions were drowned out by the sounds of the engine and the squealing of the tires but he didn't seem to care as he kept his eyes on the road, pushing the car to his absolute limits.

After what felt like an eternity, the car finally reached a safe house on the outskirts of town, only to stop with a sudden screech of the brakes as Loid stopped the car. Before you could complain any further he killed the engine.

"Let's calm down and talk, okay?" Loid said in a soothing voice, his head turned to the side to meet your eyes.

Your eyes were closed for a moment, and you took a deep breath before nodding.

"Okay, first things first, are you hurt anywhere?" He asked, a hint of anxiety clearly present in his voice. "Anything that needs immediate attention?" he was already reaching toward glove box, getting ready to get his first aid-kit even without an answer.

"I'm fine." You replied after taking the time to make sure no injuries escaped your notice. When he reached for the first-aid kit, a raised eyebrow was all you showed, a silent question of why he was so worried. "I'm not the one who just pulled a James Bond." You quipped, leaning back against the seat.

When you received silence, you glanced at him in concern. You glanced over to his arm, which had seemed to be bleeding. "You're hurt."

"It's just a scratch." Loid said, but his words were unconvincing. There was no denying that there was a fair bit of blood leaking from the wound but he made no move to treat it.

You frowned, feeling that there was more here than he was leading on and once again voiced your concern.

"Loid, we need to look at that."

You grabbed the kit from his lap, hushing him from any refusal. His breath became more ragged as you rolled up his sleeves. Your eyes widened in surprise and all the air that had been filling your lungs escaped through your open mouth in a gasp as you reveal a bullet wound in his shoulder.

The reality of the situation hit you like a truck. People are trying to kill this man.

Loid's expression was unreadable, his face as neutral as always despite the bullet wound in his shoulder. Without a word, he allowed you to treat his wound. His eyes were focused on you the entire time, analysing every movement you made. You weren't sure if it was out of concern or if it was something else, but either way it made you feel just a little bit uncomfortable under his watch.

He flinched slightly once you began treating the wound, clearly the pain was agonizing but he said nothing more. Your brows furrowed as you finished, frustration and worry displayed on your features.

“You need to calm down.” his hand reached over to yours, stopping it from shaking.

You huffed, unlocking the door of the car as you walked out barefoot.

Loid seemed caught off guard by the sudden turn of events. You could see a faint flash of confusion before he quickly collected himself and got out of the car, standing tall with his feet shoulder's length apart. His one undamaged arm folded across his front as he stared with narrow eyes, watching you walk away.

Your brow furrowed with determination at the sheer nerve of the man. His silence, his cool demeanour, it made your heart pound in your chest even now. With no further words, you began the walk into the house, completely forgetting about your heels.

You could feel the his eyes on you the entire time, his gaze burning a hole in your back.

As you reached the front entrance of the house, you began to twist the door knob in hopes for it to open. When the door didn't budge, it just added to your frustration. The calming footsteps from behind you made you freeze in place.

The sound of the keys dangling from his hands made you move to the side without sparing him a glance.

When you turned, you found Loid right behind you, the key already inserted into the door with an unreadable expression on his face. His eyes seemed to be watching you like an eagle from the side.

he turned the keys in the lock and pushed the door open before taking your hand and gently steering you inside.

The door shut quietly behind you. As you stepped inside the house you saw that it was small but cosy, it was the perfect place to lay low for a few days

Just as he was about to lock it, you ripped your hand away from his grasp and stood before him, your hand on your hip as you spoke, your head not quite at eye level with his.

"Explain." You demanded.

You fell onto the chair and watched him walk up to you, a frown deep on your face as you were unsure what kind of tactic he was trying to employ now.

Once again, his movements managed to catch you off guard as he slowly kneeled and faced you, staring into your eyes as they shifted between his for an answer.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, his voice soft, almost as if he cared.

"Everything..." the anger and frustration in your voice vanished, just tired of being kept in the dark. You just wanted answers. He let out a soft sigh, taking a hold of your hands and creasing his thumb along.

"If you must know, I'm a spy..for WISE."

The eye contact you two shared, unwavering. "To be completely honest, I only approached you because of my mission."

You retracted your hand from his, the words he spoke sounded like they pained him greatly, but he knew it had to be done.

"I see” Your eyes were focused on your fists that were curled up on your lap, betrayal evident in your voice though you tried to hide it. You could feel a lump growing in your throat as the reality of the situation settled into your brain but you did not break eye contact, desperately trying to see if there was more to this lie.

"What was the reason for seducing me? What is it that you want?" You demanded, a slight crack in your voice giving away just how hurt you were at the moment.

Loid held your gaze, his eyes filled with pity as you fought back tears. He could tell what this revelation had done to you, he cared! If he didn't, he would have walked away the moment he got the chance, but he wasn't like that. No, he cared too damn much, maybe even more than you thought he did.

"The mission..." He sighed as if having to fight his own emotions, "Was to gain access to your father's company." He let out another sigh, the guilt still apparent in his tone. "...That's it."

"You have to understand that it was nothing personal. You were- you're just a target. A means to an end." His words grew more and more stern as he spoke, his face growing colder as he went. "I had no choice."

The tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you listened to him. A lowly chuckle from your end as he finished. You got up from your seat without saying any words and slowly made your way to the bedroom.

"(Y/n) wait." his voice echoed within the room. You stopped, pressing your lips into a thin line.

This was the first time he actually used your name. Something you never noticed before until now. You turned on your heels, tears staining your face.

"What?!" you yelled, "So that you can remind me that it was all a lie? What you said you felt for me? What you made me feel?" Your lips trembled, before you exhaled a shaking breath, chuckling. "I mean, of course it was. Who am I kidding?"

Loid stepped closer, his hands slowly reaching for your chin, his eyes meeting yours. The gaze was unbearable to you so you looked away.

"(Y/n)," a pause, "look at me, darling" he spoke, desperation in his voice.

"I felt something for you."

You froze once more upon hearing him use your name, the word seemed to have more meaning to it now than it ever had before. You let out a shaky breath as you took a moment to process what you just heard.

Your confusion was palpable as you paused for a moment before you asked. "Wh-what?" You fumbled, your voice small and quiet as you looked at him once again. He was being honest with you.

He sighed and looked away. "Things are complicated." He explained in a hushed voice. "I'm a spy, my life is not my own, I don't get to choose who I love."

"I can't change what I've done, but I can try and make up for it." And like an involuntary reflex, his thumb brushed over your bottom lip in a gentle stroke that made your heart flutter. "I know my words mean nothing to you now, but I can prove it... I want to make this up to you..."

Loid moved his face closer, "I want to... love you for real."

"How do I know you're not only saying this for the mission? How can I trust you?" you wanted to, truly, especially with the way he was looking at you right now. The way his touch made you feel.

"You can't." Loid answered, a solemn look in his eyes as the reality of your predicament finally hit you. "That's the curse of falling for a spy, isn't it?" He chuckled dryly, trying to sound optimistic but in truth he knew there was no way he could do that right now.

"But... I want to make you trust me." He continued, his eyes piercing into yours. "Can you give me that chance?" He questioned, his lips just an inch from your face right now.

Your hot breath fanned against his lips, as you neared him. You knew you shouldn't, you knew it could have been another one of his lies, tricks, ways to manipulate you. But, even it was just this one time, you wanted to give in. Just this once.

Your hands resting on his chest when your lips connected. Everything that had led up to this moment, the lies and the deception, was thrown out the window as Loid brought you in closer. It was soft....and warm...and felt so right.... You let yourself indulge in the kiss as the rest of the world seemed to melt away between you two.

Loid finally broke the kiss, his breath heavy as he gasped for air.

When he did, he stared deeply into your eyes for a few moments before he finally spoke.

"That's proof." He whispered as his voice trembled, his thumb still resting against you face as though savouring the moment. "That's proof it's all real."

A/n: also I guess you could tell by the end I kinda gave up… I might write a smut continuation on this so hang on tight or smth. Or not if this doesn’t get enough likes..haha…

#spy x family #loid forger #loid x reader #loid fluff #spy #action #fanfic #loid angst #loid x you #loid headcanons #loid fanfic #my life is just as boring #decided to spice it up with this fanfic ig #anime blog

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weaselle · 5 months

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I worked in the rain while i was sick today. That's why i prefer to work for small businesses, and often have been the only employee of some proprietor run business. Because I will be dedicated and try my absolute hardest regardless of who i'm working for, and I need that to matter.

At a big business you're just a small part of the machine, and they'll use you until you break and absorb the loss of you until they can get a replacement. And that works for some people because they can be as selfish (complimentary) as this world can often demand we be just to stay healthy. I've done it. It's a valid choice, and sometimes a necessary one.

I do tend to fair better at places like where i work now. Run by a single mom trying really hard to make this work for all of us. Out of the last three years i've worked for her the first two years were spent as her only employee. Now i'm senior over two more employees. And that means things like: my input has helped form policy, and: whether or not i do my job well has a big impact on how well the business does.

The flip side to that is, if i call in sick, the business looses a big chunk of income and has to cancel clients last minute, and this business isn't big enough to take hits like that lightly. I gotta clock on. And even though boss would totally let me call off sick (and even has five days of sick pay saved up per employee, because she's trying really hard to be a legit business and a good boss) if i'm still willing to offer it, she needs the help.

But the truth is, i was always going to come in when i said i would and do the work i said i'd do unless i'm 100% unable anyway.

So i usually do best in a situation where that level of effort 100% matters

also, never you fear, i work 99% outside and alone i'm not getting other people sick (and i took two covid tests to be sure i felt comfortable risking that [and i wore a mask the 1% of the time i was at all near any other people])

ANYway. i worked sick in the rain today to keep the ship afloat. sniff hack. i'm a good thing.

My boss ran some errands and went to a Thai restaurant and told them i was sick and they made me a soup that isn't on their menu <3

#i worked as a cook for a long time so i know what's in it.#it's like a very fresh barely cooked bisque of mostly carrot and ginger - delicious btw #and the ginger is in little tiny shredded fresh bits all through it and don't really pop their spice unless you sort of chew a little #which of course with little bits in a broth you naturally do #and i didn't pick up on much of the ginger in the first taste so i added a bunch of sriracha to it because hot sauce in soup is the best #and that hot sauce is made mostly of garlic and jalepeños #and they used a shit ton of ginger in the soup actually #so basically i just downed a mug of ginger garlic jalepeño soup and wow dude it Lit Me Up #i wish there was more of it #my life

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ilikebobcuts642 · 3 months

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Random Don Bruno Au idea (this is kinda long and still a work-in-progress so bear with me):

The entire gang survives and defeats Diavolo. Bruno was ecstatic that he could finally live a calm life outside of the mafia and that Giorno, someone he trusted and loved like a brother, would be in charge of Passione now.

Except that didn’t end up happening.

The gang immediately begins to pester Bruno about becoming the next boss. They state that Giorno was too young to lead and Bruno was the only other person that could take up the role of Don. Bruno never wanted to become Don, but he now felt selfish for wanting to leave Passione’s fate to a fifteen year old boy. So he agrees to be the next boss. He tells himself it won’t be that bad. He knows he’ll have his gang’s support when he needed it.

Except he didn’t.

Mista was a capo now and had his own problems to take care of. Narancia and Trish we’re back in school, living normal lives (he couldn’t help but be jealous). And Fugo was still missing.

He still had Abbacchio, but his attention quickly became suffocating. The man was terrified of almost losing Bruno again, so he became incredibly protective of him. He didn’t let other unfamiliar members of the mafia near Bruno, didn’t allow Bruno to talk with regular civilians, and always inspected every single piece of food, clothing, and any other gifts that Bruno was given to make sure they weren’t poisoned. Abbacchio wasn’t treating him like an equal anymore, he was treating him like some frail child.

Bruno feels isolated and stressed. He has so much work to do but so little support to actually help him get through it easily. The idea of his gang trapping him in a position he didn’t want in the first place never crossed his mind. But it happened. It happened and he’s stuck.

I purposely left Giorno out because I’m still thinking about how he’d fit into the Au. What I’m certain about though is that he (and Fugo when he comes back) are not happy about anything.

#jjba #jojo vento aureo #bruno bucciarati #bruno buccellati #bruno jojo #leone abbacchio #leone jojo #pannacotta fugo #fugo jojo #giorno giovanna #jjba giorno #my random thoughts #don bruno au #there’s also the fact that he probably has thousands of assassins on his ass now #he will literally never be able to live the calm life he desperately wants #it’s Bruno angst time #i apologize if anyone seems too out of character #the point is just to take the same old Don Bruno aus and spice them up a bit

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becca-e-barnes · 8 months

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BECCA THESE SUBBY DBF!BUCKY THOTS ARE KILLING ME IN THE BEST WAY I LOVE IT SO MUCH😩😵‍💫🤤

Coming back to this because my weakness is submissive older men 🤤

Just the thought of clamping your hands around his neck while you're on top and watching him lose it makes me dizzy.

I absolutely love the thought of fucking yourself on him, grinding your hips back and forth with his length inside you while he whimpers and moans beneath you.

He's surrendered all the control he's ever had. You both know that it'd take very little effort if he decided he wanted to change the dynamic but he has no interest in doing that.

He wants you on top of him, using him for your own pleasure rather than his. He wants you to leave scratches down his chest where your nails have sunk into his skin. He wants flushed, stinging cheeks, reminding him of each little slap you've given him when his eyes flutter shut and he stops looking at you for even a few seconds.

But then one of your hands cups his neck and that feels like an entirely different kind of submission. It's not a painful sensation that he expects when he imagines being submissive in bed; it's dizzying. The light pressure on his neck is delightful but more than anything, it feels like you're fully in control. He's vulnerable like this and he loves it.

"Both hands. Please." He's never sounded so needy and any hesitation you might have felt a few seconds ago melts away. Your other hand joins the first, wrapped around his neck, your fingers squeezing slightly and he looks entirely blissed out underneath you.

"Oh fuck." He groans, thrusting his hips up towards you in a desperate attempt to make sure he's buried as deep inside you as he can manage.

"You're fucking pathetic like this." You tease, adjusting your grip on his neck to remind him exactly where your hands are. You feel his pulse under your fingers and you feel your body flutter at the realisation. "You're losing yourself in me, aren't you?"

His eyes close for a few seconds while he tries to focus on the sensation, rather than the sight of you but that won't do. You take one hand from his neck, slapping his face gently and the rush he feels from the release of pressure is euphoric.

"Did I say you could look away?" You tease, putting your hand back on his throat, keeping your grip tight while he shakes his head.

His hands land on your hips, helping you grind back and forth on him, rubbing his length right where you need it. He probably won't get off like this but you absolutely could.

"I want to feel you cum. I need you to squeeze my neck and my cock at the same time." He's fantasised about this and it shows.

"Make me." You were half joking but he starts working your hips faster, setting the pace he knows you like until he stops suddenly, holding your hips still.

"God, I can't cum yet. I don't want this to end." You forgive him this time for closing his eyes, giving him a moment to collect himself before he's back to fucking you on him, begging you to squeeze his neck harder.

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megumi-fm · 6 months

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16th - 20th October || 86 to 90 days of 100 150dop

hi besties! it's been a while since i updated on here properly. there was kind of an infestation issue but now it's all flushed out and I'm back! i've decided to upgrade my days of productivity challenge to 150 total days because i have 40 days of uni remaining (as well as additional exam days) and I wanted to note all of them down and wrap it up in this challenge itself. I'm also gonna start adding memes and random non-productivity updates, just so I feel more motivated to actually post stuff, instead of procrastinating and clubbing too many days at once.

🎶: Hayloft II by Mother Mother 🔉: MAG053 The Crusader

💌: today I am grateful for music! i've been in a funk recently, but my playlists has really been helping me through it <3

my main focus for the past few days and especially today (20th Oct) has been to complete an assignment on 3D bioprinting and it's relevance in drug testing. I've done a lot of research and learnt a lot of interesting things, but my interest has also led me to getting too distracted and not actually wrapping up the project. I really hope I finish it by tonight, I like how it's looking so far.

i spent yesterday (19th Oct) with my cousins and my sister, I took them to this gaming arcade and babysat them for the day. they seemed to have a good time, I enjoyed a day out of the house as well. we spent so much time there, I managed to upgrade the game card to a gold tier :P we also had taco bell for lunch <3

the day before that (18th Oct) I spent a couple hours on my week3 neuroscience lectures. the concepts are comparatively challenging to understand, so i sat through them many times, I'm yet to make notes for them

on Tuesday (17th Oct) I had extra classes (booo it was the most boring time ever) and a dentist appointment after, so I couldn't really get much done. the dental clinic was just a kilometer or two away from home, so I just walked back, taking pictures of the greenery on the way

i didn't have uni on Monday (16th Oct) so I ended up waking up late but i did clean my room and chart out a work plan the weeks until this semester ends. I've been trying to follow it best I can but oh well, things keep popping up from time to time

in the midst of this I'm in the midst of massive nationwide cricket fever (the world cup is going on and we're doing really well! we've won every match we played so far!) It's also festival time here so I have holidays this week (we don't celebrate at home but my friends call me home and I get to partake with them so it's really nice). And this is coupled with my insane levels of consumption of The Magnus Archives Podcast 24/7 xD. Additionally, I have quite a chunk of AI-ML work to get done by this week (SGD and XBoost model development) and I don't know the first thing about it or where to even start so I'm kind of avoiding it for the moment. Hoping to start that once I'm done with this 3d bioprinting presentation. Fingers crossed!

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