#wait are avocados even a fruit

[max-with-mons]

ℙ𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕞𝕠𝕟: 𝐀𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐭𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕞𝕖: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚, 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐬, 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤: 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐬, 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐬 '𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞' 𝐚𝐧𝐝 '𝐠𝐮𝐲' 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐭𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

‘Im walking down the hall now, is your door unlocked?’

You read the message, then quickly type a reply.

‘Fern and Sylvie are waiting to open the door for you, so just knock and they’ll let you in. Can’t really move atm :(‘

Fern and Sylvie are your pokemon, a female Leafeon, and a female Sylveon. Your newly adopted shiny Eevee, Berry, is curled up on your chest where you’re laying on your bed, and the weight of him rising and falling with your breaths is very comforting.

Just gotta get through these damn cramps.

It only takes another minute until you hear a knock on your door, and your pokemon work together and open it, revealing your ever-so-wonderful boyfriend who insists on staying over every time you get your period.

You smile and raise a hand from under your blanket. “Hi Arven.”

He smiles back, and sets two plastic bags down on your kitchen counter.

“Hi Bug. Want me to warm up your heat pack?” he gestures at the lavender heat bag on top of your stomach, then starts unpacking various sandwich ingredients and snacks from the bags.

“It’s still warm at the moment. Thank you, though.” you shift Berry into your arms and sit up, wincing at the stabbing pain that hits you.

“Oof…”

Arven looks over immediately. “You okay? Try not to move too quickly. It’ll- Oh, of course you two have seen them already!”

You laugh as Fern and Sylvie reach up with their front paws to try and get some of the fruit on the counter. Arven hands them each a slice of banana, then tucks the now empty bags away.

From your bed, you can see: kiwi, banana, and strawberry slices in little pots- you’re guessing they’re for your pokemon since Arven knows very well that they go nuts for them.

Then there’s half a block of cheese, pickle spread, lettuce, mayo, avocado, and two tubs of your favourite battered chicken. Add several bags of caramel popcorn and a 2litre bottle of iced tea, and you can confidently say that you have once again been absolutely spoiled.

You know by now not to ask if you can pay Arven back, he'll never let you. Even when it’s not the time of the Red Falls, he insists on making you food and never tells you how much the ingredients cost him.

It’s an incredibly sweet gesture that you return by making him cupcakes. You’re not on his level of sandwich making, but you can make pretty good cupcakes, so you give him a batch every two weeks.

Berry headbutts your chin and chirps, so you pet between his ears and watch as Arven starts making you some food.

“So which sandwich do you want first? There’ll be some to go in the fridge as well, I got extra of everything, so you can pick any of your favourites.”

You smile at him happily, very very grateful. “Thanks Arven. Can I have… Avocado chicken? Please?”

He smiles back at you, hands already working. “Sure thing. Get comfy, okay?”

You nod and shift into the corner of your bed, Berry now on your stomach on top of your heat pack, and Fern and Sylvie are next to you curled up into your side.

There’s something very comforting about having your pokemon and your boyfriend here while you’re seriously not feeling well.

Arven had already sent you tons of messages today, each incredibly sweet and reminding you of how ‘handsome and strong’ you are, and that you’re ‘tougher than all the other guys since they don’t have to bleed for a week straight’.

It helped with the self doubt that hit when you first woke up, and reminded you that ‘ohmygod I love my boyfriend so much’.

It doesn’t take that long until Arven presents you a plate with an avocado-chicken sandwich, and the sight alone makes your stomach growl.

“Enjoy! It should make your stomach hurt less once you've eaten. Oh, and,” he hands you the bottle of iced tea, “Remember to drink something too. Okay, Cuddle Bug?”

You can’t help the dopey smile that you make when you hear the full version of your nickname. Your love language is hugs, and that was apparent even when you and Arven were only friends. Naturally, your nickname reflects that now you are officially together.

Even when you have to go only an hour without seeing each other, you can’t help hugging him as soon as you see him again.

He gives great hugs, too.

You nod, Arven starts making more sandwiches, and you take a bite of the one you have.

“Mmn! This is so good! Thank you!” you give Arven a thumbs up as you eat, and he grins at you.

“Glad you like it! It’s important that you eat when you’re not feeling great, but it’s equally important it tastes good!”

You finish your sandwich in 6 minutes, then drink about a third of your iced tea (you don’t know how you didn’t realise you were so thirsty).

“Want another one?”

You think for a minute, then accept a cheese and pickle sandwich. The rest of them go in the fridge since Arven made you three of both, plus three chicken-mayo-lettuce sandwiches too.

He puts the popcorn in the drawer next to your bed, then sits next to you as you finish your food and holds your free hand.

“Feeling any better?”

You finish your last bite and nod. “Yeah, I am. The cramps don’t hurt as bad. Still got a little bit of a headache though. I’ll just drink some more.”

“I can get you another drink once you’re done. I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better though.”

Arven takes your plate and puts it on the floor, then the same with your drink, and then lays down with you and hugs you.

You snuggle into him, Fern and Sylvie moving to lay by your feet.

“Thank you Arven. I love you.”

“Love you too, Bug.”

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[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ HELLO, YOU OKKOTSU YŪTA

you think it’s a funny stroke of fate that you keep running into the same pretty stranger, albeit not in your best moments. little do you know, he’s known you for months before that.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. stalking. obsession. manipulation. aged up characters. no smut this part. reader is oblivious. switching perspectives. how it begins. yuta's name isn't mentioned during your first meeting because you don't know it yet. wc, 2.6k.

note. reposting the og yandere yūta series here for you just so you have it & i’ve received a lot of asks asking so :)

you’re beautiful, yuuta thinks as he watches you. you’ve stopped him in his tracks quite literally despite the cursed spirit guts that coat his white shirt— drying against his pale skin. but he feels numb when he takes his first glance at you.

he’s on the sidewalk opposite the cafe and you’re at the window seat, it’s a rainy day today— he’ll always remember it because it’s the day he met you. he thinks it’s funny, the way the earth wills for two souls to be together. he can feel the way yours is calling out to him, like it’s fateand you’re like a vision, his future and somewhere for all of his love to fester and feast.

you must feel it too— because your face scrunches up from where you’re looking at the screen of your phone and even just from your side profile, yuuta knows he wants to be by your side forever. half of your face is enough to have him hooked, maybe the saying is true that soulmates always meet eventually, they have the same hiding place afterall.

he readjusts the katana over his shoulder as he shifts his weight from foot to foot, he’s still watching you. he can’t pull away, he can already imagine the way you’d smile at him if he was sat opposite you in that empty chair. he hopes you’re alone, waiting for him— he’s finally found you. you don’t have to wait anymore.

yuuta watches your features closely as you lift your head from your phone and you look around the cafe cutely, you can probably feel him close by— his gaze is on you and he’s sure he can feel your heart beating for him. you really are so beautiful, he needs you all to himself. your next look is finally out the window to your right and he watches the way your features scan the street like you’re looking for someone, like you feel someone staring.

but it’s weird, the opposite side of the street is empty. you could’ve sworn someone was there.

—

it’s 11am as you browse the aisle’s in your usual grocery store, just a regular wednesday— wrapped away in your own little world with your headphones on as let yourself squeeze at the avocado’s in the fruit section to check if they’re ripe. it’s colder today, you’re wrapped in your scarf and a jacket but there’s something fresh and crisp about the air despite the chill.

another squeeze of the fruits in your hand and your brows furrow as you frown into the fabric of your scarf. you’ve squeezed every avocado in this section and you swear they all feel like rocks.

you go to turn away, to face the embarrassment and disappointment of leaving empty handed and avocado-less despite the way the grocery store was mostly empty at this time of day anyway. but instead, you almost collide completely with the figure to your right, you hadn’t even realised he was there— how long has he even been standing beside you? 

you look up at him to apologise quickly, but his eyes look at you in a way that wills you not to leave yet. you watch the way his lips move as he points at the fruit and gives you a kind-hearted smile, but the words go unheard as the music in your headphones still plays.

you apologise— for the second time, before you’re pushing them around your neck, fumbling a little awkwardly as the music dies and the sound of the world fill back up and you’re still staring up at the dark-haired stranger. “i couldn’t hear you, sorry!”

“oh, ah— you can have these ones.” his voice is a lot softer than you expect it to be, maybe it’s the look in his eyes that gives you the impression of something darker but his tone is kind. your eyes scan him at his words, urging you to look into his other hand that holds a pack of the same avocados you’ve just spent forever staring at.

“these ones are ready. i must’ve got the last ones, sorry.” you’re blinking up at him now, a little bit in disbelief but also embarrassed that a stranger— a cute stranger at that, felt the need to save you from your misery like this. isn’t this how it normally goes in the romance manga? 

“oh, are you sure? i don’t want to steal your groceries.” you smile as you fidget with your headphones over your scarf again but the man opposite you just gives you another smile.

“it’s fine, i don’t actually like them that much.”

“really? thank you so much, i owe you one.” you’re not sure if it’s just the cold today, but you swear he’s blushing. you bow your head slightly as you take the avocados, feeling his hand brush yours and you smile softly with another thank you before you go to turn away again.

but then that same soft tone calls you back before you can.

“so, do you like them?” he asks as he smiles down at you and you can’t hide the way the question makes you blink. you’re a little confused, caught off guard by the fact you’re pulled back into conversation again as your head turns to look at him over your shoulder.

you think he picks up on that because his hand points innocently at the avocado’s in your own before you find yourself feeling suddenly warm. obviously he’s talking about the avocados.

“oh.. uh, yeah. they’re good. but yeah, thanks again. i should probably..” now you’re definitely embarrassed, so much so that you can’t help but find yourself cutting the conversation short. you hope it doesn’t come across as rude or ungrateful, but he still manages another smile as he scratches at the back of his neck before you turn to leave with a wave.

“oh. yeah, i’m sorry.” you feel a little bad when he apologises though, you didn’t even manage to get his name.

but it’s weird. you feel like he looks a little familiar.

yuuta watches you leave, he doesn’t leave that spot infront of the aisle at the grocery store because he’s finally been able to speak to you. to see you up close. he’s so glad that he followed you here, he knows this is your routine, he’s studied it for weeks, months. this is your favourite time to go shopping and he’d made sure to get there early to pick out the ripest avocados. he knew you’d come looking. your skin felt soft when he’d brushed his fingertips against yours.

it was perfect. you are perfect.

“ah, that went well.” he lets his palm rest over his chest as he feels the way his heart is beating against his ribs, like it’s about to jump out of his skin entirely to reach for you, to pull you back. he likes the way love feels with you,

he can’t wait to finally have you.

—

you can feel your heartbeat in your ears as you walk quickly down the sidewalk towards your usual cafe, you know you’ve got to get to lunch with your friends in just under an hour— it’d been so long since you’d seen them, you were excited to catch up. but ofcourse, you’d planned a quick coffee break into your schedule, well.. until you’d slept in. 

which leaves you where you are now— rushing down the busy street towards the cafe that you know does the best coffee, because you need atleast a little bit of caffeine in your system before you can even think about taking on the day.

it’s hotter now than it has been the past few weeks and the sun feels warm against your figure as you finally turn to stand outside the door to your destination. but something feels cold against your skin still, like a stare that makes you look back over your shoulder despite the way you come up empty handed. there’s no creep in an alley like you’d expect, but the feeling remains before you’re shrugging and pushing through the door to caffeinated heaven— forgetting it entirely.

you exhale a sigh of relief when you notice the cafe isn’t as busy as it normally is, taking your place in line behind the man infront of you before you’re sending your friends a quick text back to let them know your eta.

it only takes a few minutes for you to get to the cashier, to order your little cup of brewed heaven with a smile and you’re basically vibrating with how excited you are for it. making sure to leave the worker behind the desk a generous tip before you’re making your way back to the door to leave.

but you’re a little too giddy to notice the way someone’s coming in just as you go to exit. the door opening suddenly almost makes you stumble, almost dropping the takeout cup in your palms before you’re pulled back steady by a weight around your waist that saves both you and your coffee as you gasp.

“i’m so sorry!” your head whips around as you look around for whoever just basically saved your life— your own little hero at this point, considering you almost just made a complete fool of yourself and spilled a completely full cup of coffee. your eta for your friends would’ve been an impossibility if you would’ve ended up covered in your drink.

though the gaze you’re met with is familiar as you gain your footing and you don’t realise how close you’re standing to the man that just saved your life until you’re blinking up at him. your chest is almost against his and you clear your throat a little awkwardly when you realise his arms are still around you too.

“oh, it’s you again, avocado guy! hah, looks like i owe you another one.. uh?” you smile and your words urge him to let his hands fall by his side again, albeit begrudgingly. he’d probably think you were a complete weirdo if you told him it felt kind of nice actually. you don’t even know the guys name yet.

“oh, i’m okkotsu yuuta. it’s nice to meet you.” yuuta’s hand reaches out to shake yours and his grip is tighter, colderthan you expect it to be. you start to wonder if he’s going to let go of your hand at all when it’s still there after a few stretched seconds. he’s just staring at you now, before you begin to pull yours back and surprisingly, he lets you. 

you’ve met before, but this seems like the first time you’ve let yourself truly look at him. he’s a little awkward, but he’s pretty in that same way, his hair is pushed back but it still falls into a sort of relaxed, effortless style that frames his features nicely. his skin is pale and he’s taller than you remember, but it’s his eyes you can’t quite tear yourself away from.

they’re cold, haunting in a particular sort of way that you can’t quite place. it’s like they don’t quite fit yuuta’s demeanour, like they’re looking through you entirely and the chilling gaze makes something sharp rip at your spine before you’re readjusting your feet and ignoring it. you barely know the guy, he seems nice enough. maybe you should stop assuming kind strangers have some alterier motive.

“okkotsu yuuta? thats a nice name.” you smile and you swear he’s blushing again as he looks away from you, pushing a hand through his hair in a way that makes you burn hot yourself. he’s got really, really nice hands.

“really? do you think so.. ah, thank you. i—“ your conversation is cut short, and your train of thought when your phone vibrates and you’re reminded of your ever fast approaching lunch date. you give yuuta a wide-eyed look and another apologetic smile before you’re taking a step back, feeling the cold air brush through the growing space between you both as you thank him for saving you, again.

“oh, im really sorry, okkotsu— i have to run! i have a lunch to get too,” at this point he’s going to think you’re running from him as you turn to leave. but just as you do, you feel something cold wrap around your wrist that urges you to stay.

“wait, who are you going with?” the question catches you a little off guard, but the press of yuuta’s hand around your wrist distracts you from it completely when your head whips around to frown at him. just as quickly as your gaze touches his, his hand leaves your skin and the expression that follows on his face is like a wordless apology for grabbing you. he doesn’t even know you afterall.

“what?” your words come out a little shorter than you expect them too, but you find the momentary rage about being stopped physically by a stranger melt away when he sends you another one of his soft smiles. curse him for being so pretty.

“i’m sorry, did that scare you?” yuuta’s voice sounds gentle and dreamy. you want to tell him it did—that he could atleast take you to dinner first before grabbing you back—but instead, you just find yourself looking up at him. so he continues,

“i just wanted to talk more with you, is that weird?” maybe he can tell you were a little caught off guard by the gesture. sure, he was handsome— you just didn’t expect to be pulled back into another conversation, quite literally.

“i feel drawn to you in a way.” yuuta brushes his hair back again and there’s an intriguing sort of glow to his gaze as he looks over your features, something that makes you take a small sort of step towards him when you find yourself smiling again as he speaks. “you’re really pretty.”

his compliment feel like it warms you from the inside out and suddenly you wish it was a little colder outside again, just so you could blame your ever growing body temperature on the weather — instead of the way this guy you’ve just met is flustering you instead. you press your coffee cup between your palms and exhale when you feel the sudden pace of your heart quicken.

“me too.. uh, how about i give you my number. call me?” suddenly, you can’t meet his gaze— it feels like it cuts through you and just because he thinks you’re pretty doesn’t necessarily mean he wants to date you. so you let the question hang there with bated breath, although yuuta seems to answer a little too quickly for him to even have considered it fully. maybe he was waiting for you to ask.

“ye—yeah, okay. i’d really like that.” there’s something cheerful in his tone and the smile he shows you next is toothy and sweet as you outstretch your hands to take his phone from him. you can feel him staring at you as you type it in and it makes a slight tremble settle in your fingertips at the attention he gives you before you hand it back. his hand lingers on yours a little longer when you do.

“and it’s just my friends i’m meeting for lunch, to answer your question.” you know you don’t owe yuuta an explanation but it’s his eyes, you think. they look at you like he’s peeling the truth from you with every blink, suddenly you want to strip yourself of every secret you’ve ever kept in the hopes he’ll forgive you for them all.

“oh, hah. that’s good.” you think you could get used to the sound of his voice, maybe you’re moving a little too fast— developing a crush on a man that to the best of yourknowledge, you’ve only met twice. so to save yourself anymore skips of your ever increasing heart rate, you leave at that and he lets you this time with a gentle wave, because maybe you’ll introduce him to those same friends soon too.

he’s glad it wasn’t a guy you’re meeting, that’s why he asked— he had to be sure, but he knows you wouldn’t do that to him.

he hopes your friends will like him as much as you do. he knows it can be annoying to have people telling you he might not be good for you, but he’ll be sure to make a good impression so they can’t say anything that may sway your heart. they don’t know you like he does afterall— how are they supposed to know what’s best?

okkotsu yuuta will always be whats best for you. even if you don’t know that yourself yet.

© gojoath. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

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[malusokay]

30 things to make life more memorable

Making memories is such a beautiful thing; what I had to understand is that those memories don't have to be major things like vacations or events. Small things, happy moments, and loving interactions are enough to make life more memorable. <3

Going for walks in the rain. I recently got caught in the rain while on a long walk with my dog, and we had so much fun!!

Exploring cozy coffee shops and cafes. One of my favorite weekend activities you can also read or study while there.

Turning off your phone. reconnecting and focusing on yourself.

Learning about things that you care about. Even if other people say it's a waste of time.

Celebrating the holidays more. I used to be a holiday hater until I just decided to go all out on holidays and celebrate them to the extreme; now I really look forward to them and love the planning process!!

Baking your own bread. Tried and failed many times, but when I succeed, the bread feels special and makes me a little bit proud.

Visiting museums and art galleries. You can also bring a sketchbook and collect inspiration (and look mysterious hahah).

Saying 'yes' to spontaneous ideas. Spontaneous adventures are always the most exciting ones.

Making a Bucketlist for each season. I'm currently working on my autumn bucket list, so stay tuned for that!! :)

Trying something new. I recently made ravioli from scratch and had such a good time; they also were delicious.

Watching sunrises and sunsets. A great way to catch a calm moment; I prefer sunsets.

Learning to be alone. Enjoying your alone time is so important; I love doing my skincare, writing my blog, watching cozy shows, and reading when I'm alone.

Going to a farmers market on the weekend. I have a tradition of having brunch with my dad on weekends, so I like to buy some fruits at the market for that!

Lighting scented candles and wear cozy knitted sweaters. I'm all about the cozy vibe; it makes me feel safe and comfortable.

Annotating books. Annotating while reading really helps to focus; you can also write down your thoughts while reading and look back at them later!

Cooking your own meals. It's such a simple and sweet act of self-care. You can also try making your own Jam or something.

Doing things that you enjoyed as a child. My favorites are horse riding, swimming, baking, and bubble baths.

Buying flowers for yourself. It doesn't have to be an expensive e and fancy bouquet, just some pretty flowers for your room.

Taking more Photos. You can also buy a cool vintage camera (I recommend looking on eBay!) to make it more aesthetically pleasing.

Trying crochet, knitting, or sewing. I'm trying to crochet a sweater for my dog right now, haha.

Planting a plant. I already told you about my avocado plant, but I really recommend it!

Making plans with your friends like going on a picnic. You could plan some themed picnics like cottagecore, homemade, food from your culture, strawberries, and so on; also a great opportunity to take some pictures!

Do volunteer work. You could help out at a shelter, for example.

Writing a diary. Writing down things that have happened and looking back at them feels really lovely to me.

Writing letters to your friends. Letters just feel more personal than text; you can also keep them as a memory.

Dressing in a way that makes you feel happy. Wearing outfits that make you feel confident will definitely make life better.

Petting stray cats. I love cats.

Starting to collect something. You could collect something small like jewelry or postcards!

Playing music in the background while doing stuff. I can't stop listening to the lofi girl stream on youtube, haha.

Going on gloomy walks in the Forrest. Name something more comforting. I will wait.

Please feel free to add more suggestions in the comments! <3

✩‧₊*:・love ya ･:*₊‧

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[proselfship-imagine-hub]

a tasty little selfship ask game for you all ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎⊹

🍇: what is one food/meal/snack your F/O LOVES, that they will spend money for without even thinking about it and would choose if they could only ever eat one thing until the end of time?

🍈: what is one food/meal/snack you F/O HATES, that they can't even stand the smell and sight of, that if they could will it out of existence, they would?

🍉: what is your F/O's favorite fruit and veggies?

🍊: what is your F/O's go to lazy meal when they're to tired to make or buy something proper to eat?

🍋: is your F/O more of a sour, sweet, or spicy kind of person?

🍌: is your F/O a messy eater, a "proper" and clean eater, or does it just depend?

🍎: does your F/O have any food allergies? if so, how bad are they? will they just cause some rashes, pain, and or swelling or is it potentially lethal?

🍐: what did you two eat on your first date?

🍓: is there any foods they like or dislike that you feel the opposite about? do these foods ruin a meal for them, or do they just pick these parts out and give them too you?

🫐: how long did it take you both to learn each other's favorite food/meal/snacks?

🥞: what is your F/O's favorite thing to eat for breakfast? do they even eat breakfast?

🍔: does your F/O like fast food? if so, what is their favorite fast food restaurant and their go to order?

🍳: does your F/O have any food related trauma? if so, how do you work around that?

🍿: does your F/O order popcorn at the movies, or do they sneak in snacks?

🍪: what is your F/O's favorite cookie? chocolate chip? oatmeal? vanilla? peanut butter or something else?

🍭: if your F/O has a sweet tooth, do they have a candy stash? if so, do they share with you or is it a secret? how well hidden is it?

🎂: what foods does your F/O eat on their birthday? is it just another day to them? do they enjoy a classic cake, if so, what flavor? or do they eat something nontraditional like steak or whole bowl of mashed up avocados?

🍫: if your F/O celebrates halloween, do they get candy for the tricker-treaters or just for themselves? do they wait until after halloween to buy a lot of discounted candies or do they not care?

🥧: does your F/O like pies? if so, just the more dessert-y ones or do they like meat pies too?

🌽: does your F/O have any cultural foods they like to eat and share with you? if so, what are they?

*note: this is my first time making this type of selfship post! constructive criticism is both welcomed and encouraged ^_^

if anyone wants too send asks please do so @ella-the-og-normalshipper—no pressure to send any though!!

#non imagine #original non imagine #selfship ask game #self shipping #self ship #selfship #proship selfship #proselfshipping #proselfship #proship please interact #proship friendly #proship safe #antis dni #antis do not interact

[canonicallyobserving911]

WIP Wednesday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 17 will be posted soon.

Currently 16 chapters completed: 549.4K Words Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

{Previous WIP Wednesday snippet}

{Previous Several Sentences Sunday snippet}

I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 17 because there's a lot happening as Buck and Eddie continue to prepare for everything that's going to happen in the next seven weeks.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 16, here's a brief overview: Buck and Eddie hired a travel agent to help them schedule everything for their upcoming international adventure. They also hired a tax accountant for the 12-million-dollar settlement money Buck was awarded after the sperm donor lawsuit ended and they hired a financial advisor so they could invest some of it.

They'll tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. Currently, they think Chris is the only person who knows they're together but now several people have witnessed their romantic and emotionally intimate moments including Bobby, Chimney, Athena, Hen, Karen, Maddie and Ravi. Even though Adriana is in El Paso, she realized Eddie and Buck are together too.

Who else is going to realize they're together in Chapter 17?

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Here's another snippet from Chapter 17 of Buck and Eddie being romantically fluffy.

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Buck's eyes flutter open and in the millisecond that it takes for them to focus, he smiles.  It’s his million-dollar Eddie smile and no one else is privy to it but him.

“Hey, my love.”  Eddie excitedly exclaims.

“You’re home!”

“I am.”  He replies then he places a soft kiss onto Buck’s lips and after he pulls back, he asks, “What are you still doing on the couch and why aren’t you in bed?”

In his raspy voice that sounds slightly British, he responds, “I was waiting for you”.

They stay there in the moment and silently communicate about how much they’ve missed each other.

Buck cups Eddie’s cheeks with both of his hands then he lifts his head and passionately kisses him.  It’s a kiss that keeps on giving because they get lost in it as they lick and moan into each other’s mouths while allowing their bodies to remain pressed together with no space in between them.

After they break the kiss, Eddie says, “I missed you”.

“I missed you too and I’m so glad you’re home.”  He runs his fingertips down Eddie’s sides and asks, “What happened that you had to work over?”

“The last call we were dispatched to took longer than we expected and we didn’t transport the last victim to the hospital until after 8 o’clock.”  He shakes his head.  “We didn’t even get to eat dinner.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I am but I’ll fix a quick sandwich or grab a piece of fruit before we go to bed.”

Buck shakes his head no, then says, “I’ll heat up your dinner.  Me and Chris made a frittata affogato”.

At the sound of two Italian words, one of which he’s never heard before, he raises his eyebrows and asks, “Did you say you made a frittata avocado?”

Buck laughs out loud but he buries his face in between Eddie’s neck and shoulder to hide it so he won’t wake up Chris.  After his laughter subsides he says, “No babe… I said we made a frittata aff-o-gato”.

He sighs and shakes his head because his fiancé and their son are learning Italian without him but he’s ok with it because he knows Buck’s going to teach him everything he knows before their trip.  “My love… we agreed you’d teach me all the Italian words you know and you’ve never said the word affogato to me before but… frittata has a rolled “R” so I’m going to remember that after we get in bed but please explain to me in English what you and Chris cooked and ate for dinner.”

Buck chuckles and gently pinches his left side. “It’s an Italian dish that’s filled with sausage, peppers, onions, spinach and three different kinds of cheese.  It kind of looks like a deep-dish pizza without the dough but babe… it’s so good and I think you’ll like it.  Me and Chris ate a lot of it but we saved a third of it for you.”

“I’m sure I will because my family made it.”

What other Italian words will Eddie ask Buck to teach him?👀

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Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago.  They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial.  But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories.  Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie.  It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - Will be posted soon.

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Chapter 17 will be posted soon.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #The Diaz Family #Evan Diaz #Mr. & Mr. Diaz #buddie fanfic #ao3 fanfic #911 fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #buddie wip #WIP Wednesday #Hiatus Reading #911 on abc #911 abc #“I'm still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!” #Chapter 17 will be posted soon.

[faemytho]

Drabble request: Lychee Dragon and Affogato, specifically one of them going to investigate the other and Lychee teasing Affogato about not being as infalliable and competent as he thinks he is at dabbling in darkness.

this is an OLD request i could never figure out how to write, but i think i can do it now (this was originally sent just after lychee's redesign was revealed in ovenbreak lmao,,,,)

this is set before the rambutan event!!! (AO3 Link), (SqWA Link)

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"Masster Lychee Dragon, a moment of your time," the high-pitched, hissed voice called, and the dragon cookie sighed. They turned from their place at the center of the lychee caverns, hovering above the ground. The sounds of pickaxes pattering through rock echoed through the caverns, cookies working tirelessly under their control.

"Out with it, snake," Lychee sneered, dragon slit eyes catching on the servant of the Longan Dragon, and then on the stranger it had brought in behind it. He smelled of coffee and sweet vanilla cream, and beneath that, the faintest hint of poison. They sniffed, lip curling, gaze returning to the snake. "Can't you see I'm busy working the thralls? You know, for the super important thing we've been trying to do for forever?"

"A sservant of the Dark Enchantressss daress to approach you," Snake Fruit cooed, hiding its fanged grin behind a hand. "I believe he wisshess to sspeak with you on ssome matter he claimss iss of great importance."

"If I may, great Lychee Dragon," the stranger spoke, his voice smooth as silk and sweet as milk. Lychee raised a brow. "My name is Affogato Cookie. I come on behalf of Her Eminent Darkness."

"And I should care, why?" Lychee asked boredly, crossing their arms across their chest. The cookie blinked in surprise, evidently having not expected that response. Lychee rolled their eyes. He was prideful, they could already tell, and they weren't in the mood for this. "Listen, Avocado-"

"Affogato," he interrupted, and they rolled their eyes.

"Whatever, I don't actually care." Lychee moved down closer, and Snake Fruit stepped aside, letting the dragon cookie hover in front of the stranger. "You're very disrespectful, you know. You approach a dragon to ask for a favor of some sort, speak out of turn, and you don't even bring tribute!"

Affogato paused, a trickling hint of dread hiding in his eyes. His heartbeat quickened, though he showed no outer signs of panic. They tilted their head, raising a brow. Maybe they could play with him.

"I mean, honestly," Lychee scoffed, reaching out to poke at the cookie's cheek with a talon. To give him a little credit, he didn't even flinch. "Are you trying to make yourself look bad? You know us dragons will eat little cookies like you, don't you?"

"Great Violet Dragon, I apologize for my offenses," Affogato amended, meeting Lychee's slit gaze with his own slit gaze. "But I had no choice. I assure you, my insulting appearance here was not by my own doing, but by circumstance. Had I my way, I would have properly approached you and paid my proper respects to you, but there was nothing I could do."

Silence hung in the cavern, the last echoes of Affogato's words fading into the sound of stones breaking apart.

"You're a horrible liar!" Lychee spat with a laugh, hugging their arms to themself and kicking their feet in mirth, their bat wings flapping frantically to keep them in the air. The audacity of this cookie to lie, bold-faced and disrespectful, it was simply too much. "Oh, great Ivory, you're funny, silly coffee cookie!"

Affogato's face briefly twisted into something ugly. "Pardon me?"

Lychee continued to laugh, wiping away a fake tear. "Oh, you're funny. I'll hear you out, bold little cookie. Walk beside me."

Without waiting for an answer, Lychee turned and picked a direction, flying leisurely through the caverns. There was a rustle of clothing, and Affogato walked beside them, his face carefully impassive despite the confusion and contempt Lychee could feel bubbling under his skin. Snake Fruit did not follow, its eyes narrowed and mouth covered by a sleeve worn over a traitorous hand, staying in the center of the caverns.

"State your request," Lychee spoke, once they were far enough away from the snake. "I think I know what it is, and I know the answer will be no, but tell me anyways. It'll be funny."

Affogato looked baffled, the expression slipping through the cracks of his carefully crafted mask of polite indifference. "Well, my lord dragon," he started, his voice careful and composed, "I come on the behalf of Dark Enchantress Cookie. She is currently amassing a great force with which She plans to bring about a dark, cleansing night. From this foretold night, She will bring about the liberation of not just cookiekind, but all us who live on Earthbread."

"Lemme guess," Lychee huffed, "she wants me to come work for her, huh?"

"It would be Her great honor to call the Violet Dragon an ally," Affogato confirmed, giving a little bow of his head. "No higher honor could be bestowed to be able to work alongside a great dragon-"

"Yeah yeah, save it, that's a no." Lychee rolled their eyes, stopping and turning to stare down at Affogato. "Your words are sweet, even for a cookie. You speak in a very practiced way. You're good at what you do, yeah? I bet she sent you because nobody else she's got has even a chance at seducing a dragon like me. Sure, you could make a good attempt, but her mistake, and yours, was not considering your pride. I don't like stuck-up cookies, but they are fun to play with."

"I beg your pardon, great dragon?" Affogato said lightly, but Lychee could sense the way the muscles in his hands twitched, an aborted motion to curl into fists. "I'm not sure I know what you're referring to."

Lychee laughed, the sound of it echoing through the caverns and accompanying the harsh sounds of pickaxes through stone. "Oh, don't play dumb with me," they cooed, "I'm a dragon. I can smell your poison, Affogato Cookie. I can hear your heartbeat. I already know what tells you give when you lie, when you're mad, when you have contempt for me... or contempt for your master."

Unable to hold onto his mask of indifference, Affogato's face began to twist up, the beginning of a sneer curling his lip. Lychee wasn't done, however.

"Do you know what my domain is, little cookie?" Lychee asked pleasantly, ignoring the bristling anger and wounded pride of the cookie in front of them, watching in amusement as his expression was quickly molded into something calm and pleasant instead.

"Is it not darkness, oh great Violet Dragon?" Affogato spoke easily, his voice calm and polite despite his lingering anger. The slits in his eyes were paper thin. "Truly, your power would truly be a great asset and aid in advancing Dark Enchantress Cookie's plans to liberate-"

"Oh yeah, shadow and darkness sure," Lychee agreed, cutting his words off and leaning down to stare him in the eyes. "But my power is also emotion. I can manipulate how you feel without even thinking about it. The cookie mind is just so easy to take for myself. It's why you can't lie to me! Your own heartbeat and emotions give you away."

Affogato paused, meeting Lychee's stare. He didn't say a word, but Lychee still got the full story. Shock, then outrage, then fear, all in quick succession. It was replaced by a spike of panic, forcibly molded into something soothing and calming. Not a single emotion showed on his face. Lychee whistled.

"You're good at that," they praised with a giggle, "hiding your emotions. All that emotional roller-coaster you just had, and not a single fleck of it on your face!"

"If you can see right through me, then, I suppose there's no need for masks," Affogato sighed, before allowing himself to properly sneer up at them. Lychee grinned. "Why entertain my disrespect, mighty dragon? I hold contempt for you, that is true. I think you to be a beast. I believe you are nothing but a pawn to be gained and used by the Dark Enchantress, but I hold no real attachments to her goal. You've yet to truly threaten me, however, despite being a dragon facing my disrespect. I've seen no displays of power, nothing but threats meant to be harmless fright. Why?"

Lychee blinked. After a long moment, they giggled, then cackled long and loud. It was so much that it slipped into their control over the thralls mining in the caverns, and the voices of many brainwashed cookie puppets began to laugh as well, wildly amused alongside the Violet Dragon's delight.

"Oh, she does not deserve you!" Lychee crowed, almost shrieking with laughter. "Oh, if only you weren't a pathetic little cookie!"

Affogato looked unnerved, which only sent Lychee into more hysterics.

"Oh," Lychee wheezed, wiping at their eyes, tears of mirth streaming down their cheeks. "Oh, I didn't wanna threaten you with my true powers, Affogato Cookie, because how else would I have gotten you to make me laugh so hard my sides hurt? You're amusing all on your own!"

"I-" Affogato looked bewildered, a hint of fury born from confusion burning in his chest. "Thank you?"

"You must want something from me then," Lychee stated, wiping their cheeks with their hands and grinning at him. "You wouldn't have come here otherwise, because she very well couldn't make you do anything, could she? You're too smart for her."

Slowly, still bewildered, Affogato shook his head. His fury had changed into even more confusion, unsure if he should continue being angry or begin to preen at the compliment Lychee had given him.

"You are right, Violet Dragon," Affogato admitted slowly. "I had my own reasons for seeking you out. I jumped at the chance when offered by the Enchantress to attempt to recruit you."

"Out with them then, I'm feeling generous!" Lychee exclaimed, spreading their arms wide and grinning sharply. "I haven't laughed that hard in millennia!"

Affogato's eyes narrowed, and Lychee could sense the gleam of hunger within them. How interesting. Maybe they would decide to keep him after all.

"I wish to learn of your power over the darkness, great dragon," he spoke lightly, though it could not hide the desperate, fervid need that sprung up in him at the thought of power and knowledge. Lychee giggled, and he continued. "There is only so much I can learn from the Enchantress, especially since she is not exactly a willing teacher."

"You have some audacity," Lychee cooed, tilting their head down at him. "What makes you think I'll teach you anything about dark magic?"

"You find me amusing, Violet Dragon," Affogato stated, meeting their gaze head-on and even going so far as to hint at a smile. "I am not incompetent in the arts of dark magics. I follow the Enchantress for a reason."

Lychee screeched with laughter once more. "No no, you are incompetent, dark mage," the dragon of darkness cackled, "but you won't be when I'm through with you. I like you. If the Longan Dragon gets to have a pet cookie, I should get to have one too! I'm keeping you."

The emotions of the eavesdropper around the corner spiked in fury, but Lychee ignored the snake, staring down at Affogato with a sharp smile. There was an odd confusion of emotions tangled in his chest, but what shone the most out of them was desire. Besides that, they really hadn't laughed that hard since the age of the dragons, so long ago. Lychee could ignore his fury and disrespect for a bit of amusement.

"What do you say?" Lychee cooed, and held out a hand of scales and talons. "Wanna be mine instead of hers?"

#affogato cookie #lychee dragon cookie #cookie run fanfic #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #my writing #mae writes cookies

[ft-goin-on]

My fav meals:

- tzatziki:

Ingredients: 1/2 cucumber, 1 clove of garlic (if you like it ofc), 0% fat Greek yogurt (as much as you see fit), salt, dill, and lemon juice (vinegar works as well)

Method: grate the cucumber and remove all the excess water, mince the garlic then add the yogurt, salt and lemon juice

Total calories (approximately): 140

Tips: you can eat this plain or dip some rice cakes (~30 cals each) or veggies (like the other half of the cucumber) in it

- Avocado with rice cakes:

Ingredients: half an avocado, 2 rice cakes, salt, lemon juice, chilli powder (optional)

Method: mash the avocado then add the seasoning

Total cals (approximately): 360

- Low cal shakshuka

Ingredients: 1 red pepper, half an onion, tomato paste, 2 tomatoes, 1 egg, seasoning to your choice, you can add 1 clove of garlic I you want

Method: dice the pepper, put it in a pan and cook it and put it aside (it must me a little crunchy), in the meantime dice the onion (and garlic) as well and cook it till translucent then add about 2 tablespoons of tomato paste, wait a bit then add your dices tomatoes. Cook the sauce until the tomatoes are all mushed up. (Optional: you can blend it) add the peppers to the tomato sauce in the pan and make a little well in the middle and crack an egg, put the lid on and cook the egg as much as you like.

Total calories (approximately): 210

Tips: if you don't like eggs you can use the sauce to make pasta, the quantity I recommend Is 50 grams (180 cals). Total calories (with pasta added: 325)

- LOW CAL YOGURT DESSERT/BREAKFAST

Ingredients: 0% fat sweet yogurt (plain or not doesn't matter), rice cake/s

Method: in a bowl crush one or more rice cakes (I usually do une bc it's enough) then add your yogurt

Total calories (approximately): 140

Tips: if you want an even lower calorie option just add 0cal sweetener to regular 0% fat Greek yogurt. You can also use any kind of milk instead of yogurt, this will save some calories but the version yogurt is more filling and has more protein and nutrients. You can add fruit on top too!!

- SOFT BOILED EGGS AND SOME KIND OF VEGGIE

I don't really have to explain much here lmao

Ingredients: egg, then your veggie of choice (I strongly recommend spinach, sweet potato and carrots)

Method: if you want a runny yolk and a solid white boil your egg for 7 minutes (put the egg in the pot when the water is boiling) then cook your veggies

Total calories: 1 egg 65cal + whatever vegetable you chose (they are all fairly low in calories so it won't add that much)

Tips: this is a lazy and easy meal to cook, it's tasty and filling.

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I will update this dw

#4n0r3x14 #4na diary #4na meal #mealspo #4na recipe #th1n$po

[morphofan]

Travels With Tech: Dinner And A Show

Took Little Tech to dinner and a show a few weeks back. #TravelsWithTech #TechLives

"Apparently, this is quite a renowned eatery, though I know not what either 'tacos' nor 'tequila' are."

"Well, I must say, they are very generous with the water!"

"This is a chip. Not an inhibitor chip, one that you consume with a concoction of chopped indigenous fruits and vegetables which goes by the name 'salsa.' The varieties of salsa offered here, according to my assistant, are 'Mild,' 'Medium,' 'Hot,' and 'Dayum.'"

"Wait... this candle is... electronic? How extraordinary, I did not think this planet advanced enough to create such a thing.

"Ah! Is that the 'tequila,' as mentioned on the placard outside?"

"How *hic* fascinating. It would seem that others from *hic* my home galaxy have had an impact on this planet's culture.

"Good to *hic* meet you, fellow travelers. I righly hecommend the *hic* tequila, gentlemen and lady."

"Keeping a *hic* deceased human on display at an eatery seems *hic* unsanitary, even if she is attired in compliance with the *hic* dress code.

"Drunk, ma'am? I am *hic* NOT drunk, I had less than *hic* half a jigger of tequila.

"Yes, said 'jigger' was the size of my *hic* cuirass... what is your point? *hic*"

Do you *hic* come here often, Madame?

"Apologies. My assistant *hic* has insisted that I *hic* 'work the room,' in order to 'sober up' before the show."

"Tacos. *hic* Chicken tacos, or 'el pollo,' in the proper tongue. Accompanied by a large, clay-like slab of another local fruit called 'avocado.'"

"Very *hic* humorous, ma'am. As I said already, I am no longer intoxicated. You may *hic* release me.

"Am I tasked with chip delivery amongst your guests, then? I do not believe that is the purpose of this loop on the basket."

"Plantains? Intriguing. On most planets, fruit is a dessert course, but here, fruits are used in both sweet and savory dishes."

"Time for the theatrical performance!

"Oh dear. I do not believe I will be able to traverse this motorway in the time allotted by the glowing symbol across the way. Please pick me up, ma'am."

"Now then, kindly make like a plant and depart.

"What? Oh yes, make like a plant and 'leave'. That is, indeed, funnier. Very good."

"Here we are at the Theater, or, 'Theatre' as it says on the building."

"AHHUGH! Oh dear, how very embarrassing. May I implore you for a bit of assistance, ma'am?

"No, this is NOT due to the tequila, my foot simply slipped...."

"I am NOT being a 'worry wart,' ma'am, whatever that may mean. Yes, the likelihood of a fire is low, but if there IS a fire, would you not feel safer with someone who has thoroughly perused a map of the escape routes?

"Yes, I am aware that you will need to carry me to prevent my being stepped upon in the ensuing panic, but I can still guide the way."

"The set of this theatrical piece is a stage, UPON a stage. A play within a play.

"I must surmise that this particular play has something to do with doors...."

"We will be observing the performance of a theatrical piece on the subject of the performance of a theatrical piece. How droll."

"I wonder if I may be permitted to take a closer look at the stage?

"I say there, Miss...!"

"Rather uncomfortable piece of furniture. The young lady in charge told me I may sit here, but that I am forbidden to touch or move anything. Each item, or 'prop,' has a specific place to be."

"The stage manager said something about 'sardines'? My assistant has confiscated my datapad for the evening, but I shall research the meaning of 'sardines' later."

"Very amiable folks manning this operation. I look forward to observing the theatrical piece entitled, 'Noises Off.'

"...Off of what?"

#the bad batch #tech bad batch #Travels With Tech #Tech Lives #Tech Everlasting #Noises Off

[yourfoodiedesires]

Cooking:

Too Salty

For soup dishes, dilute with water. Add a raw cut potato while cooking to absorb salts.

Add acidity with white wine vinegar or lemon.

Soak uncooked meats that are too salty in water for 2 hours.

Add a creamy component like avocado, sour cream, or heavy cream, if possible.

Too Spicy

Add dairy like sour cream, mayo, or plain yogurt.

Add some texture like rice or quinoa. Add a little sugar.

Stir in a tablespoon of nut butter.

Add more of the non-spicy ingredients included in the recipe.

Too Sweet

Add lemon or lime juice to balance sugar.

Add fats, such as olive oil or avocado.

Do NOT add salt.

Too Sour

Add a bit of honey or sugar to dishes with excessive vinegar.

Add chopped carrots to overly acidic sauces.

Poor Searing

You may be flipping the meat too soon or too often. It is ready to flip when your spatula slides underneath easily.

Make sure the pan is hot enough before adding meat. Wait for oil to ripple. Medium to medium-high quickly cooks the outside while sealing in moisture.

Food is Soggy or Doesn't Brown

Overcrowding a pan prevents steam from escaping and increases moisture. Make sure there is no overlapping.

Deep-Fried Food Too Greasy

Make sure the frying oil is heated to between 325 and 400 degrees. Hotter oil repels water.

Frying in smaller batches helps maintain hot oil temperature.

Rubbery Hard-Boiled Eggs

Immediately submerge cooked eggs in cold water to halt the cooking process.

Overcooked or Soggy Pasta

Heat oil in a large shallow pan and add drained pasta.

Add plenty of salt to the water. This helps prevent sogginess by roughing up the surface.

Baking:

Uneven Cake

Wrap Bake-Even strips around the pan, or make your own – cut a towel into strips, soak in water, and tie around pan.

With a clean paper towel, gently push down on the raised top of a baked cake while still hot. oven. syrup.

If top of cake is cracked, carefully slice it off with a serrated bread knife.

If cake is tasty but too crumbly, try making a trifle by layering cake pieces in a deep bowl with whipped cream and fruit.

Cracked Layer Cake

Cracks in cakes are usually caused by a too-hot

Dry Cake

Poke holes in the top and brush with simple sugar

Not Baking Evenly

Make sure dough is rolled and distributed evenly.

Check if oven temperature is accurate with an oven thermometer.

Test for hot spots. Toast slices of bread in the middle of the rack and note more toasted areas. Avoid these spots or rotate pans while baking.

Cookies Spread Too Much

Let butter soften to room temperature for about an hour. Don't microwave.

Place eggs in warm water for 10 minutes to reach room temperature.

Make sure baking powder and soda are fresh and active.

Chill the dough before baking.

Weird Texture

Sift flour to aerate it out for consistent measurements. Level with the flat edge of a knife.

Use the right kind of measuring cup for liquid and dry ingredients.

Egg Whites Won't Fluff

Use room temperature eggs.

Use a copper, stainless steel, or glass bowl and dry mixers.

Whip at high speed until stiff peaks form and stay when you lift beater out of the bowl.

Sunken Baked Goods

Put batter in the oven as soon as it is ready.

Do NOT open the oven door while baking.

Make sure you use the right amount of rising agent.

Too Firm and Chewy

Avoid over mixing the dough or cranking up the speed of your mixer.

Mix wet ingredients first, then add dry ingredients. This prevents the over development of gluten.

Cookies Harden After Cooling

Make sure oven temperature is accurate with oven thermometer.

If using a dark cookie sheet, reduce temperature by 25°F.

Grease cookie sheets sparingly, or use parchment

Storage Changed Cookie Consistency

Always cool cookies completely before storing.

Don't combine crisp and soft cookies in the same container.

Store in airtight containers.

Store soft cookies with apple wedge to retain moisture.

"Re-crisp" crisp cookies by baking at 300°F for five minutes and cool on rack.

Don't refrigerate cookies unless they have a cream or custard filling. paper.

Melted Chocolate Clumping

Add a small amount of vegetable oil and stir.

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[pbandjesse]

I am starting this post early. And because of day lights savings, the sun is still out. Which is honestly really nice. I have had kind of a hard day. And there isn't even a good reason. I just feel exhausted. And I haven't been able to shake it. So I am writing this early in hopes I can sleep earlier. Which I have been struggling with so much but maybe I can make it happen this time.

I struggled to get comfortable last night. And woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and Sweetp bit me on the calf for not giving him a cuddle. But I was able to fall back asleep.

I struggled to get up. The sun was in my face at 9 and I did not want to be awake. I would just lay there and played on my phone. James came and laid with me but they pulled my hair really hard by leaning on it and I screamed and then I wanted them to leave me alone. And I was just really upset. I wasn't having a good morning.

I tried to shake off my upset feeling. I decided to take a shower and wash my hair first thing. And that would help a little. But I was still just. Very introspective today.

While I was doing my makeup and getting myself ready, James came in to our room and we decided we would go to ace and buy paint and work on the living room wall and the hallway ceiling. A good plan.

We drove over there. And I was shocked how windy it was. It was blustery and loud. I was feeling quiet. But I was enjoying being with James, even if I wasn't feeling amazing.

I had never been in this Ace before and it was really nice. The workers were all really nice. But the paint was very expensive! I wasn't expecting that. But James said they wanted to support our local store. Fair enough.

While James was getting the paint we chose (white for the shelves, blue for the hallway ceiling), I wandered through the store. They had some good stuff. And was a lot less overwhelming then the Home Depot. I will for sure be over there plenty for my projects.

While I was wandering I remembered we also needed wood filler. So I would stop and ask someone and they were very kind and have me excellent directions to find it.

I would get the store brand. And me and James went to pay and headed out.

The world was very stinky??? Apparently the restaurant on the corner was getting their grease cleaned and James said oh yeah that's some of the worst smells and it takes forever. So that's disgusting. But we headed out of there quick.

When we got back here I would jump into filling the gaps and holes and such on the bookshelf and the wall. While James got started painting the hall ceiling. And it is such a beautiful color. I cannot wait to have that project finished because it's so lovely so far.

I would get as much filled as I could. I mostly used my fingers rather then a tool and it worked great. And once that seemed like it was in a good spot I realized I was just. Beat. Like I thought it wouldn't be to to bad. I wasn't using so much energy. But that apparently was the end of it for me.

James made me a quesadilla for lunch. With corn salsa and avocado. It was really good. They played a few rounds of their video game. And we would decide to go to the grocery store while the filler and paint dried.

I mostly just wandered around the store. There wasn't much I wanted or thought would make me happy. I had made a Pinterest board of meals and so we would get some of the stuff on that. And I got a few snacks. But mainly I was just wandering. Following James. Looking at packaging and seeing fruits I've never seen before.

James kept asking if I was okay. I was just really tired. What I should have done when we got home was go to sleep. But I did not. And I regret it.

When we got back here I would sand down the wood filler. Trying my best not to give our house the landlord special.burbhabfinf my hands up and sanding for that long made me so tired. I got most of it done and had to tap out.

James would take over. And I appreciated that a lot. And I would spend the next couple hours just being an absolute couch lump. While James sanded and painted around me.

It is looking so good though and I'm super excited a out how it's coming together. Like it's honestly the best and I'm so excited.

James made me tortellini for dinner. And would give me a little cuddle. And asked me to let them know when it was 7. Can do.

At 7 I let them know because they were going to go talk to their friend about a book. But the. All of a sudden change of plans! Mr Will was coming over!!

I was so excited to see him. And while the living room is not as tiptop as I would hope when showing off a place I was still really excited to show him everything.

We gave him a little tour and he liked the changes and colors and the plans we have. He looked at the dip in the floor and we discussed tearing up the carpet to see what's going on. And he is going to come back to try and sort out the hot water in the shower.

He played with Sweetp, rough and tumble like he always does. And Sweetp loves it but also it makes my allergies so crazy and apparently that means me wheezing and struggling to breathe again. I thought I was better but apparently I just have this happen now! Ugh. I stepped away to take my inhaler. And we would sit in my studio and chat for a while. It was just so nice to see him. He's such a good guy. He told us that apparently Ms Tina accidently bought yellow paint for the apartment. So he's waiting for her to hate how it's looks, which is very funny to me.

He just left a few minutes ago. So I had paused writing this but I am back now. James is back to painting. My breathing is improving. And I am tired but not as sad. The excitement of showing off the house made me happy. I can't wait to show it off more.

Tomorrow I'm back to camp. We never had the video call Elizabeth talked about. But that's alright. We'll find stuff to do. I have a schedule to write and some feild trip emails to send. And I'm sure they have Sarah some kind of list. Fingers crossed.

I hope I sleep better tonight. And that I have a good time tomorrow. I hope you do too. I love you all. Good night!!!

[lulamadison]

141. “Tell me what you want.”

Thank you so much for the prompt! Here is a little Lawrusso fill for it :-)

*

Daniel had never expected living with Johnny to be a life of quiet domesticity. Yet, it almost came as a surprise when he found that they still had to do all the everyday mundane things that people did, like trips to the grocery store.

But with Johnny things were never mundane. They were a constant negotiation, like bargaining with a toddler who wouldn't eat anything other than fish sticks. Except Johnny wouldn't even eat fish sticks...

“There we go,” Daniel said, a beaming smile on his face as he placed the plate on the table in front of Johnny. “Lobster Risotto with no green stuff.”

Johnny eyed the plate, then said, “I'm not eating that, man. I not touching anything that lives in the ocean.”

“What?” Daniel asked, looking down at the delicious plate of food that he'd lovingly prepared.

“Lobsters are like the Scabies of the sea, and they eat shit,” he said. “C'mon, LaRusso, I thought you were smart. Everyone knows that.”

“They don't eat shit,” Daniel said.

“Lobsters roam around in the ocean, which is where all the whales and fish are,” Johnny said seriously. “They can't get out of the water, so they literally live in their own toilet, and there are a lot of fish in the sea.”

“You really believe that?” Daniel asked.

“Have you ever seen a Shark in a bathroom?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

Daniel sat down at the table, his head in his hands. There was no arguing with that.

*

“Do I really have to go?” Johnny asked, his voice almost whiny.

Daniel was used to it now and he knew the rules of this game.

Johnny got a kick out of being annoying. There was an almost childlike glee in him every time he got a rise out of Daniel, so Daniel would play along and pretend to be annoyed, even though he secretly found Johnny's antics amusing.

“Yeah, well, if you're good I'll take you to In-N-Out burger after we finish shopping,” Daniel said with a grin.

“Mehhh...” Johnny said, trying to act indifferent, even though Daniel knew he loved their little trip out after the store. “Maybe I'd prefer a beer.”

“Well, it's a good job I already have a six pack of Banquet sitting in the trunk of my car just waiting for when we get back,” Daniel said.

“You do?” Johnny asked, perking up like a dog hearing a bag of chips being opened.

*

Daniel loved walking round Whole Foods with Johnny, and how even though they'd been coming every Saturday morning for the last three months Johnny still couldn't pronounce Quinoa.

“Quinn... Quinn.. oh-A,” Johnny would say every single week, and every week Daniel would correct him.

Shopping with Johnny was like shopping with a child who was high on sugar. He touched everything, running his hands over fresh fruit and vegetables, seemingly relishing the texture of Avocado skin, even though he'd never eat one.

“Groats,” Johnny said, as he picked up a packet. “That's a funny word. What is it? We should get some.”

“It's just porridge, but healthier,” Daniel replied.

“Shit no,” Johnny said, dropping the bag back on the shelf. “Like eating paste.”

“Look with your eyes, not with your hands,” Daniel said, as Johnny picked up a box of Millet.

“Yeah, but what is it?” he asked, as he shook the box. “Looks like bird seed.”

“It's not bird seed,” Daniel snapped, plucking the box out of his hands. “It's a cooking ingredient. You make... You make... Actually I don't know what the hell you make with that. Maybe it is bird seed and someone put it back in the wrong aisle.”

“Holy shit, LaRusso,” Johnny said, as he wandered into the Bakery section, practically drooling. “Look at the size of these cinnamon buns.”

“You want some?” Daniel asked holding them up, keeping his thumb over the vegan symbol on the packaging.

“Hell yeah,” Johnny replied, nodding.

“Alright then,” Daniel said, as he lowered them into the trolley. “You know, I read an article this week about Spelt bread, and I'd really like to try some. I wonder if they have any.”

“B-r-e-a-d,” Johnny supplied, usefully. “That's how it's spelled.”

“Ha,” Daniel replied sarcastically. “I'm surprised you actually got that right.”

“Hey, knock it off, asshole,” Johnny said, pushing him playfully in the shoulder. “You're ruining shopping day for me.”

Daniel let out a huff of laughter, then said, “Oh, Asparagus! We need that.”

As Daniel picked out a nice a bunch, he heard a sound behind him, like someone being sick.

“Blergghhhhh,” Johnny said, as he mimed sticking his finger down his throat.

“When we're in the meat section remind me to get some really good steaks to go with it,” Daniel said with a smile.

“You're doing steaks?” Johnny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Daniel replied, as he picked up a pack of rainbow carrots, knowing Johnny would eat them, simply because of the mismatching colours.

“OK, cool,” Johnny replied.

“And we need these,” Daniel said, as he picked up a pack of multicoloured baby tomatoes.

It really was like feeding a toddler where Johnny was concerned. He wouldn't eat “green stuff” but he would eat vegetables if they were brightly coloured, or disguised. He could make an all meat pasta sauce, but grate carrots into it, and Johnny would wolf it down without complaint.

“Cottage Cheese,” Daniel said, reaching for a tub.

“Hey, you know what this reminds me of?” Johnny asked, as he reached out and touched all the packs.

“What?” Daniel asked, as he placed the tub in the cart.

“That episode of Dr. Pimple Popper we saw the other day,” Johnny replied.

“Andddd no Cottage Cheese,” Daniel said, putting it back on the shelf.

They moved round the store, and Daniel picked up some herbs. “We need some Dill.”

Johnny chuckled behind him, then quietly said, “You said Dill.”

“And we need Virgin Olive Oil,” Daniel said, as he picked up a bottle.

“Hehehehe,” Johnny sniggered. “Virgin.”

“Pork,” Daniel said. “Maybe we should have pork chops tonight when Sam and Anthony come over.”

“Pork,” Johnny repeated, letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah, we should pork before your kids come over.”

“Oh and we definitely need some Sweet Italian Sausage,” Daniel said, turning to grin at Johnny.

“OK, that's enough,” Johnny said. “We should go home now.”

*

They stopped off at the In-N-Out Burger on Ventura and both wolfed down animal style burgers, wiping the sauce off their chins with serviettes as they ate. It was their tradition now. Grocery shopping followed by food, then go home and fool around before heading to the Dojo for class.

After they unpacked the car, Daniel put all the groceries away, humming as he gave the counter a wipe over with a cloth.

“Hey,” Johnny said, crowding into Daniel's space, planting his hands either side of Daniel on the counter top, and jamming his nose into the back of his neck.

“Hey to you too,” Daniel said, as he turned around, trapped in the warm, tight space of Johnny's arms.

“We've only got an hour before class,” Johnny said, as he leaned forward and planted a kiss behind Daniel's ear.

“Yeah, it's not a lot of time,” Daniel said, then he let out a groan as Johnny dragged his tongue across his collarbone.

“We better get to it fast,” Johnny said.

Daniel reached up, wrapping his arms around Johnny's neck, and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want,” Johnny said back, his voice husky.

“I do?” Daniel asked.

“Yeah,” Johnny said with a grin. “Where's that six pack of Banquet you promised me, huh?”

#lawrusso #cobra kai #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #150 prompts #fanfic #cobra kai fanfiction #fanfiction

[xhanisai]

Wife

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Ladynoir + Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Wife’

Summary -

"So? That's not going stop me from looking after you, My Lady. Besides, I would make an amazing wife for you if you'd just accept my proposal~" He waggled his brows under the mask, earning a jesting flick at his nose and an endearing eye roll that never ceased to make his heart pound with so much more fervour. "Oh yeah? And just how would you be an amazing wife for me?"

~(x)~

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"You know, you don't have to keep doing this. At this rate, everyone's going to call you my wife." Ladybug grumbled lightly with embarrassment, her head still resting on her partner's lap whilst he tenderly combed his long, slender fingers through her loose, midnight hair. He took off the ribbons not too long ago just to help her relax and ease the stubborn tension that refused to let go of her head. Though, his partner was so much more headstrong, considering how she refused to let her guard down, even for a few minutes. Chat Noir simply grinned good-naturedly, spring greens glimmering under the moonlight, never faulting his movements as he finally came up with a counter back. "So? That's not going stop me from looking after you, My Lady. Besides, I would make an amazing wife for you if you'd just accept my proposal~" He waggled his brows under the mask, earning a jesting flick at his nose and an endearing eye roll that never ceased to make his heart pound with so much more fervour. "Oh yeah? And just how would you be an amazing wife for me?" His Lady snuggled closer to him with a cheeky smile, the side of her face pressing against his firm stomach while her hands rested cutely under her head as if he was a pillow. "Go on~ I'm waiting, mon Chaton," He couldn't help the way his thumb rubbed her soft jaw sweetly (lovingly), tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear and relishing the way her sky blues twinkled and how entirely smitten he looked in the reflection of her eyes. "Well, first of all, I'll wake up very early every day, just to make you some delicious breakfast and coffee. Be it some crêpes and strawberries with some café au lait if you're craving sweets or some smashed avocado on toast, with smoked salmon, eggs and a cup of cappuccino, or even a varied spread of fruit and cheeses with freshly pressed orange juice." His smile widened from the way his Lady's pupils blew open, rosy, kissable lips parted in a gentle 'o' as one of her hands clutched the front of his belt tighter. It took him everything to not swoop down and capture those tempting lips with the grace of a butterfly wing. "That...that sounds lovely and all but...but I didn't know you can cook? Didn't you cry last week about burning water in a pot? And the week before that, didn't you cut your hand trying to grate some cheese over your pasta too?" Ladybug couldn't help the snort that left her mouth at his deadpanned expression, a prominent 'w' placed on her lips whilst a comical scowl was plastered on his. "I can learn to cook." He was slightly flushed at first, a tad bit irked by her pointing out his past failures in the kitchen. Then, determination and sheer want took over and he spilt his heart out before he could even think. "I will learn to cook all your favourites, no matter what. I will practise till it's purr-fait," He poked her nose and carried on. "And then, once I've woken you up with a good morning kiss, I'll either serve your breakfast in bed or lead your sleepy butt to our dining table~" "What if I have really bad morning breath? And what if I fall back asleep? Then what?" Ladybug blurted out quickly, blues shyly averted from his for a split second. That didn't stop him from spotting the rouge that developed under her mask, blending beautifully with her creamy skin and bringing out the colour of her mesmerising eyes. His heart virtually melted at the sight, basking in the intoxicating warmth. "We've fought Akumas in much worse and stinkier places. You even fished me out of the garbage truck the other day even though I stank like fermented durian! Morning breath is nothing, My Lady~" His dazzling emerald greens were glittering under his dishevelled fringe as if they were dancing with love. "As for making sure you wake up, well, I know I'd look so hot in a bright pink, frilly apron so you'd absolutely wake up just to see me in it!" His heart hammered mercilessly within his chest when his partner giggled (a sound that no windchime in the world could ever dream of capturing) and held onto him tighter with her hardworking arms. "And then, once you're ready to leave for work at your amazing, wonderful job, I'll kiss you goodbye and then maybe leave for my job. Or! We would leave together and depending on whose workplace is closer, drop each other off! Then, we'll kiss each other goodbye and then count the hours down until we're reunited at night," He gleefully soaked in the awe that was on his Lady's face, the urge to kiss her so painfully agonising, it hurt to breathe. "And then, we'll both cook dinner together, watch some silly T.V and then...and then sleep in each others' arms..." A comfortable and peaceful silence rested between them like a blanket, the cool breeze ran through their hair mildly and the street lights flickered with warm gold in the distance under the Parisian night sky. Chat Noir couldn't find any words in the french dictionary that properly explained just exactly how he felt right this moment other than content and ease. That he wished for this serenity to last for an eternity with his Lady by his side. . "Chat Noir...what if...what if we had kids?" Her soft, hesitant question had his feline ears perk up humorously, his lips pursed in surprise and his eyes so round and so green. The astonishment then thawed away into a tender, loving gaze as he eyed his Lady's flustered yet curious expression. 'Je t'aime, My Lady...je t'aime,' "Well, you'd have to marry me first to find out, Bug," With all his courage and all his confidence mustered up, he brushed back her dark fringe and placed a pleasant kiss on her forehead, just above the area where her mask ended and meeting her warm, bare skin. . "...Maybe," He almost swore his heart completely stopped to a standstill, his mouth still frozen on her heated skin until he snapped out of his stupor and faced his partner with bewilderment. "Maybe???" Ladybug lifted herself by the elbows, peering up at her partner with a bashful but very determined expression. Her complexion was still coloured with sakura and rouge but the bravery and resilience within her sky blues kept him rooted on the spot. "Mmhmm...obviously we can't get married now since I'm still fourteen and you're...?" "Fifteen- I mean, I'll be fifteen in a few months,"

He couldn't believe what was happening! "Yeah. We're still so young, still fighting a war with little to no choice, still trying to balance out our civilian lives..." She trailed off for a bit, looking away to gaze at the city with bittersweetness. However, when she faced him once again, the pain and exhaustion on her face were swept away and replaced with utter desire and raw need. "But...that life you described...that peaceful, wonderful life...I want it. I want it with you. I want it so badly and so desperately...and honestly, there's no one else I want in my future more than you. You're my partner...mine. And I do love the idea of you being my partner in every sense of the word..." Chat Noir was left awestruck, wrecked and indescribably delighted, observing the beautiful girl he's fallen for and would do anything for within all his power and might. . "...Aren't you going to say anything, Chat Noir? You're making me feel embarrassed..." Ladybug was ready to flee, unused to bearing out her heart with so much honesty and the urge to scream like a dying banshee was clawing its way out of her throat. As if he knew what she was thinking, he clasped his hands over hers, pressing them against his chest (which was still shuddering from the feel of his ricocheting heart and burning blood) and held on rigidly. . "Marry me." Was all that came out of his mouth. "Eh!? Chat Noir!? But-" "Not right now! I mean, in the...in the future!" His face was so wonderfully red, that it gave her suit a run for its money. Ladybug found it quite soothing to see him just as worked up and dishevelled as she was over the sudden proposal. "There's...there's nobody else out there that I can even imagine being with forever...other than you, Ladybug." His hands burned with the feel of her tiny ones encased in them, his heart skipping so many beats, he was so sure that he was becoming lightheaded. "I love you. I have always loved you! I love you so much! And I promise that I will cherish you forever and ever." The heroine continued to watch him with brilliant sky blues, sakura lips parted and the fire that tingled on her skin burning so brightly, she couldn't find any relief other than wrapping her arms around her partner and pressing her face against his chest. . "Yes...I'll marry you...because I love you too," ~(x)~ There was a hidden giddiness and slight mischief to Marinette this morning, Adrien noted. The way her baby blues would gleam and sparkle with joy, the way her skin practically glowed under the beams of the sun that peeked through the windows and the way that there was an extra skip to her step. (He even spotted her twirling like an endearing ballerina when she thought no one was looking!) Not to mention the way her pretty pink lips wore that perfect smile of hers, a wonderful breath of fresh air compared to her usual demeanour in the past when she was always so exhausted and low on energy. As if she held a burden on her shoulders that could make or break the entire world. . He always had his suspicions, even after the event where she wielded the miraculous of Multiplication which he was pretty damn sure was another one of her brilliant plans that only her mind could have concocted up to shake him off her tail. But now? After she waved him good morning and he spotted a very elegant and very familiar ring on her left hand? He was one-hundred-and-ten percent convinced. . "For someone who was dead set on not knowing each other's identities until a while later, you were a bit careless today," A very smug Adrien surprised Marinette in the locker rooms, tapping her head lightly with a book and chuckling. The love of his life jumped out of her skin for a split second and whirled around, only to gawk and freeze on the spot. With suspicion, she looked to the left and then to the right and finally realised that they were indeed alone in the room and that she definitely did not imagine what she had just heard. With pink cheeks and tiny fists pressed against her chest, she peered up at him with hope and whispered. "...Chaton?" The response he gave her was an unabashed, cheeky grin that was iconic to his alter ego's face (that was sure to have given away his secret identity if his remark earlier on didn't work) and then proceeded to show off his left hand that was adorned with a new ring. A ring that matched hers. A pair that her partner bought as promise rings for their dream futures. "The one and only, ma Princesse," He happily poked her nose but didn't get a chance to say anything else or tease her further or even step back when she promptly enveloped him in a huge hug, her strength so mighty that had he been an ordinary teenager, his bones would have definitely cracked. Thankfully, he was strong enough to remain intact, laughing so freely and returning the embrace with pleasure. Their height difference forced him to bend down a little so that his face could rest on the sweet crook of her neck whilst hers was squished in his chest. But he didn't care. He finally found her. "It's you! It's always been you! Stupid cat, why were you so good at hiding?! You literally sit right in front of me in class!" She pulled away from his (very, very nice) chest to glower at him when he laughed even louder but then the displeased look softened as soon as he cradled her cheeks with an affection that soothed all her troubles away. He's her Chaton. Hers. "Ah, I really want to marry you right now right this second," Adrien began, his emerald greens just so tender and so full of adoration, it took all her breath away. "But I want to kiss you even more," "Yes...please," . He didn't need any more prompting after that. . . . ~(x)~

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #my writing #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #adrinette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #romance #humour #basically chat noir gets ladybug to agree to his proposal by offering to make her breakfast every single morning #even if all he can do at the moment is burn water

[hellogirlslikegirlslikeboysdo]

Clementines, Mandarins, and Other Orange Cravings: The Dictionary - Page 149

(Volume 1 and only, written by Noone You Need to Know)

Note: I wrote the entirety of this piece to nothing but this song on loop and I highly recommend reading it that way too :) Pg. Index and pg. 225, 401, 145, 159, 167, 152, 151, 60, 92, 134, 149, and 203

orange (o • er • an • juh) adj. a mixture of the colors red and yellow. [The appearance of the fruit.]

[Image of a select collection of different shades of oranges, particularly the ones stored away in a lava lamp once the feeler realizes that the era of free love, unbound by social conventions or relationship status or even coherency, is over by now]

orange (l • ov in er • e ac • sh • on) adj. adv. conj. n. prep. v. an icebreaker. A safety net in situations where you don't know anyone else yet. Understanding shaped in the sight of your mother's bare frame when she's late for her night out with her buttoned-up husband and he's slumped back over the edge of the couch cushion, watching the evening news, forgetting where everyone is. Raw, exposed shame you feel bad about letting go to waste that you pack in your lunchbox, eagerly waiting for someone at the lunch table to ask for a trade. Intimacy, not as it should be, but as it is tonight. The things you shove into your gaping mouth to muffle the wailing, slice by patient slice, wondering if the fridge light has always been that blue and how to convince your mom to let you and your playdate to say home from church tomorrow and why they offered to sleep on the floor after you made sure the sofa would be taken by the time either of you hit the sack at your parent's request and that their side of the bed caved in just enough for them not to notice. A last-minute addition to your grocery list, shoved between the words "water jugs" and "avocados". The ache when the friend you invited spends the whole time talking to the partygoers you introduced them to. The way your knee "accidentally" rubs against hers as you squash deeper into the back of your roommate's getaway car. Something some people pack in their tiny favorite backpacks that their fathers force them to eat on the way to work because they've been feeling sick since an hour before they got into the car and their father thinks eating something might help since they haven't eaten anything all day, much to their father's and grandmother's displeasure. The only food you can share on a whim (unlike an apple that you need to go out of your way to open up the knife drawer and cut in half or a meal you need to make extra of), requiring you to actively appreciate the one you're sharing with in that exact moment, as opposed to beforehand, when it's already too late to retract your offered love, lest all this food go to waste. The only food capable of saying "Hey, by the way, I love you. Right now, and maybe even later." without the help of those eating it. [All of the earth.]

[Image of a poem depicting the definition of an orange better than this dictionary ever could, the way a kindergarten teacher does to a kid who got the answer, but refused to show his work. Beneath it, her work, a decade late, scribbled onto a bathroom stall in the space between 6th period and the grandma reading a murder mystery, waiting patiently from the car line to pick her up and take her on a few errands before her mother gets home. Beneath it, a poem depicting what you do for a few minutes after your mother catches you glowing in the sobering blue light and tells you to get back to bed, slurring her words just enough not to make you tremble and making so many pancakes in the morning that your friend has to share, for fear of upsetting her enough to no longer be allowed over]

#orange #oranges #creative nonfiction #essay #definition #lonliness #tenderness #school #mommy issues #kindergarten #kindergarteners #poetry #food #colors #intimacy #yearning #longing #hurt/comfort #hurt/aftermath #family #writing #nonfiction #understanding #friendship #relationships #mild angst

[lucysweatslove]

So I’ve been getting nauseous, a little lightheaded and dizzy, and a bit shaky about an hour after I get home from the gym.

I usually do some form of weights which depending on the breaks I take can take 45 min to an hour. Nothing super heavy right now, actually pretty light 5x5s, never going to failure, and with 1-3 min of rest between sets. Afterwards, I like to do a little cardio because cardio is good for the heart and like 150min of moderate cardio is recommended per week for general health or whatever. Then I have my protein shake on the drive home.

I used to do a lot of arc trainer and do like 15-20mi of vigorous cardio since that counts as like 30-40 of moderate but it’s less time. When I started feeling sick, I thought maybe that vigorous exercise is just a bit much for me right now (like I’m getting sick or something? Idk). So I switched to spinning, light-moderate effort (like just getting HR into that moderate zone), for like 25 min + 5 min “cooldown.”

Spoiler alert, the nausea is still happening and I’m getting super annoyed by it. Yesterday, I couldn’t even THINK about the dinner I had planned (lentil pasta, because I actually really like the taste but dislike the texture of regularly cooked lentils, and also folate!). I had to make toast and jam and wait like half an hour before I felt well enough to have a proper meal.

I think I need more carbs, maybe a little more salt too. I loosely tracked a couple of days to see where I’m at with carbs, and unsurprisingly, it was definitely low. Now I’m trying to find ways to up my carbs at meals in general, especially the more starchy carbs, and it’s been surprisingly difficult? Most of my carbs rn come from fruits, and I’ve realized we just don’t have a lot of carby foods easily cooked or ready to eat. We don’t even have potatoes?? (Clearly this needs to be remedied; I just struggle to cook them myself because executive dysfunction). Last year I was trying to up my fat intake since I was still kinda stuck in the low fat foods I just always ate, and now I feel like I’m so good at eating fats with my favorite 2% milk, eggs, avocado, nuts and seeds, not-extra-lean turkey, etc, that I don’t have room for the starchy carbs. But my body seems to be screaming at me to MAKE room for them.

Anyway, that’s why my “dinner” tonight was like 2x my normal amount of oatmeal (with a banana and some strawberries). And why I am probably going to get more starchy foods when we go grocery shopping next, especially potatoes because I love potatoes, and maybe bagels or naan to mix up breads. We have dried rice but it’s such a pain and a time commitment to cook, and we have bread for toast but sandwiches and toast get so tiring after some time too.

[gowoelfinneniguess]

Do you know every type of fruit? Who Knows More with Feli Rauch and Pia Wolter

Feli: *sings suspenseful music from Who Wants to Be a Millionaire*

Pia: Yes, this is like Who Wants to be a Millionaire!

Felix: Welcome to Who Knows More? Let’s start with a nice little round of rock paper scissors to determine who gets to make the first bid.

Feli & Pia: Schnick, schnack, schnuck!

Felix: Feli goes first! In the first round we are looking for the countries who participated in the 2022 European Championships! How many can you name?

Feli: …

Pia: You played there, didn’t you? You should know all of them, and the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

Are you trying to remember how many even participated?

Feli: 16…

Pia: Okay, let’s hear it. I can’t say any more.

Feli: Why can't you?

Felix: So you say 16?

Feli: I say 16. I watched every game, so I should remember…

Pia: But you have to talk fast, right, you only have 30 seconds.

Feli: Oh, right. Hmm.

Pia: But now you’ve said 16.

Felix: You’ve said 16. Now we cannot wait to hear them.

Feli: Will you give me a sign if I repeat myself or do I have to pay attention to that?

Felix: Pia will watch out for that.

Pia: Will I?!

Feli: Come on, that would be nice of you.

Pia: Alright, I’ll watch out for you. I don’t want to get in trouble.

Felix: Your 30 seconds start now!

Feli: Germany, Belgium, Iceland, France, Norway, Sweden, Holland, Denmark, Spain, Finland–is that 11?

Pia: No, 10.

Feli: Uhh… argh!

Felix: 15 seconds.

Pia: One from France’s group is missing.

Feli: Uhm…

Pia: I’m being pretty nice!

Feli: Italy, uhh, England, Switzerland, Austria…

Pia: Two more.

Felix: Pia gets the first point!

Feli: Aw, crap.

Pia: I couldn’t remember any more either. Which group was missing? Let me think. You got England’s group, Austria, Norway… ah, you forgot Northern Ireland!

Feli: Northern Ireland! And Portugal!

Felix: Correct! The first point goes to Pia!

Feli: Okay, congratulations.

Pia: I can’t even be happy about it, this sucks.

Felix: Pia now gets to place the first bid in the second category, which is: fruit!

Pia: Fruit?! How many different types are there?

I’ll say I know 12.

Feli: Then I’ll say I know 13. I say 13!

Pia: Just great! I say twi–no I don’t!

Felix: Did I hear 20?

Pia: Okay, 15.

Feli: 15? Would you say 17?

Pia: Look at my poker face.

Feli: Alright, come on, let her do a task for once.

Pia: Shit, now I’ve got to work for my points.

Felix: So 15 in 30 seconds. Pia?

Pia: That’s quite… I mean… yeah, okay.

Felix: Your time starts now!

Pia: Melon, strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, cherry, nectarine, apple, banana, pear, peach, uhh…shit! What did I not get? Clementine, plum, shit, what else is there? Do you know any more?

Feli: *hums game show music*

Pia: Is avocado a fruit? No!

Feli: I thought like you, but then I thought about different countries. I remembered mango, pineapple and stuff like that.

Pia: Shit! I tried to think of fruits you get in the summer first.

Feli: When you started I thought “Okay, bye.”

Pia: Me too! I had a good feeling.

Felix: Feli takes a 2:1 lead!

Feli: You were like “blueberry, raspberry, forest berry”

Felix: This game cannot end in a draw anymore. The last category grants you three points. Feli, your turn. We are looking for UWCL winners, any modes past or present.

Feli: So teams that have won the champions league. Does the women’s cup count?

Pia: Yes, any modes count. Yes, you went to a final.

Feli: I stop listening to Felix after the first part of his sentences.

Pia: You went to a final, we talked about it the other day.

Feli: Okay, rock paper scissors. Ah, no, I’m first!

Felix: You go first.

Pia: Oh god.

Feli: 5?

Felix: Do we hear 5?

Pia: Is that all? I tried to count them in my head and I got to 5 as well. The question is whether I can think of a sixth. You can get 5 too, easy. The first 5 are easy. Don’t you think?

Feli: Yes.

Pia: See? That’s why I need a sixth.

Feli: Don’t we have a time limit? Ref!

Felix: Yes, we have to cut this short.

Pia: I needed to win the first bid. Okay, fine! Shit. I thought, if I say 6 I’ll have 30 seconds to think. I just don’t know whether I’ll remember in those 30 seconds.

Feli: Only your brain may know.

Pia: Oh man!

Felix: 10 seconds left.

Pia: I still have time! One more–I’ll–ugh, okay Feli, you go ahead.

Felix: Okay, Feli!

Feli: Would be so bad if I don’t know them now!

Pia: That’s my last hope!

Feli: Alright then.

Felix: Your 30 seconds start now!

Feli: Barcelona, Wolfsburg, Lyon, Potsdam, Duisburg, Frankfurt. Are there any more? Yes, that Swedish team!

Pia: I couldn’t think of their name!

Feli: That would have been my seventh.

Pia: I didn’t think of Potsdam.

Felix: You got 6. All correct.

Feli: That means I’ve won the game! Yes!

Pia: Okay everyone, just let me say that I only lost for the good vibes in our flat tonight!

Feli: Alright.

Pia: So she’ll let me eat at the table.

#vfl wolfsburg women #feli rauch #pia wolter #Youtube

[mikazuki-juuichi]

Food Tour (Such terrible hatred extra)

Fourth drabble written while recovering. Hope you all like!

*

H Drabble 4: Food Tour.

By: Yawar.

Fandom: In continuity with my "Such terrible hatred".

**

0: Date.

The brown horse repeated the plan, almost lingering on each syllable. "Food Tour. Across two weeks in the City. In lieu of a vacation proper?"

"That's right," said his roly-poly fox. "Sice we can't quite afford a trip to the beach like the others and neither of us feels like spending another spring break with our families --why not have some fun of our own, in our own way?"

'The others' were only four of the neighbors --Shen and Eduardo off to Acapulco, Roberto and Benito to Veracruz --but the point kinda stood. And the plan sounded, well, feasible. Visiting each of their favorite food spots, taking turns. Leaving space to calculate expenses, and so that neither of them got sick from over-eating or drinking. A two-week date, basically.

"Okay --let's do it!" was the only thing left to said. "Whose choice first?!"

**

1: Burger Bar Joint.

Next evening, the first choice; David's. A relatively fancy neighborhood. Roma, downtown, within walkind distance of their Zona Rosa. Tucked between two expensive fanchises --but the 'BBJ' looked more like an old fashioned 80's place, all red tiles and industrial decoration.

The waiters knew David pretty well. It seemed he used to be a regular here, not that long ago. So they got a nice double table, well iluminated, in full view of the bar. David ordered for them --two specials to share.

Fried cheese balls covered in panko, with a white sauce to dip in. Melty and hot!

Cheese fingers in a lettuce bed, with arrabiata sauce to dip in --and this was just the entrée!

To wash it doewn, one alcholic drink, one not, both still to share. A large glass of Dr. Pepper with a scoop of lemon ice cream floating in it. And a vanilla malt shake with Frangelico.

It all mixed into a heady cloud --Moctezuma wondered if they'd fall into a food coma here and now.

"Darling," he said. "Next one's gonna be a salad place."

"Sounds good to me!" said a chipper David, offering a loopy yet friendly smile. "But first, the main event --burgers!"

A regular-sized one and a huge one, both split down the middle.

The first, fried chicken breast, mayonnaise, shredded lettuce, tomatoes. Yummy, simple and good!

The second was a thick beef patty, caramelized onion rings, fried potato chips --and a fried egg, dripping yolk into the whole thing! Well, good thing Mexico City had never had salmonella cases!

"My God!!" Moctezuma both cheered and wailed. "It'd make a perfect last meal!"

David chuckled. "Can't wait to try your salad place! Be a good respite," he said between satisfied bites.

**

2: Monte Kailas.

Two days later here they were --South of the city, Univerity district. The neighborhood known as Ciudad Universitaria. But at his hour, early afternoon, most of the students and teachers are safely locked in class, so it's easier to find a place to eat.

This one was a floor and a half tall, decorated kinda like a waterfall oasis. All white, minty green, bright and filled with plastic plants.

"Found this when I worked as a courier," Moctezuma explained. "Nice and not too expensive, nor too filling! Let's see now." It's his turn to order for them.

First, a large jar of watermelon juice topped with all sort of shredded berries. Refreshing, suprisingly sweet!

Tiny sandwiches. Baked multigrain bread, cream cheese, avocado, cherry tomatoes --and what tastes like honey mustard, lightly applied.

"I guess it's more for horses?" Moctezuma quips.

"No --we foxes were omnivorous back in the prehistoric days, they say," David half-jests back.

And after this tiny treat --salads!

A tiny but spectacular Caprese. Medallions of fresh white cheese sprinkled with pesto and assorted pepper slices.

And a big one, the house special. An explosion of green and yellow vegetables and fruits --mango, yellow apple, celery, green apple, guava, melon, tortilla chips, and even assorted seeds! All dipped in an incredible cilantro mayonnaise!

"I see what you love about this!!" David let out. He chewed the mango and pepper together, savoring the mix of sweet and spicy. "It's a whole meal course in a few dishes!"

Moctezuma grinned at him, reaching under the table to quickly pat his boyfriend's tight. Washing down a big bite with more ice-cold watermelon juice. When he finished gulping the sweet nectar down, he said: "What've you got planned next? More meat mountains?"

"Not at all! But it'll be powerful, you'll see!"

**

3. Quesadillas Abuelita Coni.

Off to the opposite side of the city, the North. Another academic district, Politécnico.

Tucked between a planetarium and an old cinema that is now used as a pseudo-museum. A tiny yet cozy place with small wooden tables and wicker chairs. Barely a floor tall.

"And it only serves quesadillas?" Moctezuma inquired, looking around.

"Yes, but what quesadillas!" Quietly, David added: "The drinks are nothing special --but even so, you'll see!"

For one thing, the meal was deep-fried to a crispy brown --the aroma was both mouth and eye watering.

Order: Two plain string cheese, two potatoes and cheese, two ham slice and cheese. Accompained by the house jalapeño sauce and by an order of half-cream. To wash it down --plain juice boxes, grape and apple.

Hot and greasy o yes --but oh! So, so creamy and it mixed incredibly well with both cream and sauce!

"NO, okay!" said Moctezuma. "I can see how addictive this could be!"

"I think I actually did get hooked up on these for a bit!" David replied halfway through a generous bite. "Had to force myself to cut back to once a month max. By the way, have you seen the other tables?"

Everyone around, to a T it seemed, was having something of a food orgasm. Eyes rolled back, tails wagging or at least curly.

Moctezuma nearly hooted. "Then, for my next choice --dessert!"

**

4. Helado Oscuro.

South of the city again... a little more to the East. Past second-hand bookstores, and a huge theatre. Coyoacán neighborhood. Next to a more famous but horribly expensive restaurant ("Grossly expensive!" said Moctezuma) --and then here it is, a dark small place that's easy to miss at first. Literally painted black inside, but with bright fluorecent lights overhead and purple vynil chairs. And very bright menus advertising all sorts of artisanal ice cream flavors.

Not a singe conventional one! Sangria. Doll kiss. Rum and coke. Rose petal. Rosé wine. Starfruit. And that's barely the top of the menú!

What to get, how could one possibly choose? But Moctezuma already thought of that: "Sampler. A tiny spoonful of --every flavor!"

David had braced himself for both a sugar rush and a brain freeze. No... so many of the flavors are savory --or even sour! And explosion of chilly flavors... The aftertaste was unique, too --good thing they have free sparkling water to wash it all down. And that was just the first row of the samples.  

**

5. Tacos El Paisa.

More to the West no, in the frontier between two very different neighborhoods, La Raza and Azcapotzalco. Now there's several taco places in these two blocks as a matter of fact. But this one is unmissable. Full to the brim, each formica table full of enthusiastic clients. And yet somehow they get a table very fast.

Two identical orders, very specific ones. Three tacos al pastor in corn tortillas, two steak and cheese in flour tortillas. Two tepaches to wash it down --a mildly alcoholic pineapple drink. Why this? Because these are too small to share, have to be tasted in full.

Pastor! Slowly roasted seasoned pork, pineapple, cilantro, onion, lemon drops. Grease dripping everwhere. Scrumptious! Steak! White cheese melting into the steak bits, cushioned by the thick tortilla. And the fruity tepache helps it all go down smoothly.

"Same order again?" says an amused Moctezuma, winking.

"Up to you," David winks back. "Once you get the first taste you can choose your own rhytm!"

"Speaking of that... I think I know the next choice. Hope you don't mind getting up early, though."

He doesn't, even if the ambience here calls for a long night. It's all so jolly, so warm. Then again, no one stays here for that long, or they'd pig out so to speak.

**

6. El Diletto.

Indeed: Barely dawn and they are on the way for breakfast. Where? North of the city, residential neighborhood Lindavista, about an hour from home by public transportation. Had to take the early subway train fueled only by insant coffee and half a toast each.

Here is the place, just opening now in fact. It looks like a tiny bar behind a newstand? Ah, no, up to the second story... on to a beautiful roof garden surrounded by rubber palm leaves. Very few tables, about half of them occupied by families. For them, a tiny black one with a view of the still idle street below.

Curious order: Green juice, black coffee, couple pastries to share, polvorón de naranja. Bacon and cheese omelette, sprinkled with sliced cherry tomatoes and arugula. Per Moctezuma's instructions, cut a slice of the omelette, gather it in torta bread, sprinkle a bit of green sauce on top...

"Whoah!" David lets out. "How's it so many flavors at once?"

"Chef's secret," says Moctezuma in between pleased bites. "Now, try the rest."

Bittersweet juice, firm sugary pastry, stout coffee. Smoother than David expected. "Did you use to come here with your family?" he asks.

Moctezuma shakes his head no. "This used to have live music, and a friend got the gig a couple times. But the samplers we got, love!"

"Samplers..." David says the word like a revelation, tasting it. He knows what his next choice is --dinner this time.

**

7. Dave's Pizza Tortas.

Very different choice for sure. This one is located in the converted basement of a housing complex deep on the other side of the City, in a blue-collar neighborhood, Pedregal. Said former basement has become something of a street  food market. All small stalls and so, so many deep-fried and sugary aromas floating up to them. Heading to a a well-lit one on the left corner, wading amongst the sea of people.

Soon they are sharing an even smaller table than last time. White formica, just outside the glare of the white halogen lamps. Two fruit soda bottles. Paper plate colding an enormous torta split in two. Big plastic bowl filled to the brim with spaghetti, topped with thick ham slices.

David and Moctezuma swirl their plastic forks in the hot, orange pasta.

"The funny part is that I usually order this as take-out," says David. "So I thought that coming directly to the source would be... I dunno, an experience. Also these are, not kidding... Mighty. Very, very filling, see..."

"No kidding indeed," says Moctezuma after slurping a couple strands. "I can tell by the amount of grease alone."

The flavor has a neat quality. It somehow expands as they chew. And then the ham slices reveal fresh avocado underneath. It all mixes into a surprisingly balanced bite. The soda is at first glance nothing special. But it's the rare kind that is not too bubbly, not two sweet. Doesn't sting the tip of one's tongue. Then, the torta. Warm, soft bread. Well-cooked meat --pork, sausage-- cheese --both string and cheddar--, bean paste, cream. One festive bite, that's the word for it!

But it *is* most definitely filling. This one they are not actually able to finish in site, have to take some of it to go.

Which amuses David. "And to think I used to gorge on these all by myself every so many lonely nights! You know, it's so much better shared like this..."

Moctezuma reaches for David's hand. Holds it. Squeezes it. "I do know it."

And so that leaves only one possible choice for the next and last place.

**

8. Pizza Amore.

This tiny little place in Zona Rosa, steps away from Nicho's bar... where they had their first date. When they first met, that one unforgettable night that extended all the way to the morning...

So, four slices of whatever was ready, any beverages... and it's all perfect.  Sausage, peperoni, olives, mushrooms. Basic cokes.

"So..." David ventures when they get out into the chilly afternoon. He zips up his fleece-lined jacket. "What do you think? Not bad for a vacation substitute?"

Moctezuma meanwhile seems impervious to the weather in his long-sleeved button-up shirt. "Substitute?" He places an arm around David's shoulders, draws him close. "Darling, it was the best vacation of all time!"

So they remain, close as toast and butter, all the way back home.

**

#such terrible hatred #mexico #gay #furry #oc #mexico city