#Deep-fried balls of canned chicken breast

[spiteless-xo]

we've been given jean sfw/nsfw thoughts and porco sfw/nsfw thoughts.... since ur converting what are ur thoughts on eren

yes yes yes absolutely here you gooooo 🥰 nsfw under the cut

eren jaeger headcanons

i feel like he’s constantly eating. since he’s a gym rat (to maintain that 8-pack), he’s always eating to make sure he’s getting enough calories. and sometimes it’s normal stuff like bananas or apples but often he’ll just eat a whole cucumber or carrot, uncut, just like chomping on it 💀 smacking his lips, being disruptive

this man doesn’t know how to cook. he knows how to make unseasoned chicken breast and rice and that’s about it. so if you ever cook for him he goes nuts about how good your food is

also he’s very unadventurous when it comes to food. if you go out for dinner, this man is asking for chicken fingers and fries 💀

takes REALLY good care of his hair. he discovered that using separate shampoo and conditioner makes his hair feel better than the 2-in-1 stuff and then he just went down a rabbit hole of hair care. his hair routine is insane but it’s worth it because now it’s super soft and silky and smells nice 🥰

he’s a gym rat himself, but he doesn’t care if you are too or not. if you are, or if you ask to come with him to his gym, he gets really excited. he racks all your weights for you, he shows you his warmup…… he doesn’t even workout himself, he’s just so excited to help you. and then he’ll wave over all his gym friends and be like hey you gotta meet my girl!! like so proud and excited with you

he can’t help himself from grabbing your ass 🥺 anytime you walk by, he’ll grope you. if you bed over, he’s snapping his wrist back to slap your ass, he can’t help it 🥺🥺 even in public. and it’s worse if you’re wearing a dress because he’ll just stick his hands up underneath

if he hears you get into the shower, he’s RUSHING to go join you. throwing his clothes off as he’s running through the house and then stepping in the shower behind you

you’re just trying to get clean but he keeps grabbing your tits and grinding against your ass until you tell him to fuck off or to fuck you 🙊

if you guys are hanging out he wants you seated on his lap. he prefers it when you’re straddling him but he’ll settle for your back against his chest. he just really likes that close physical contact and it makes it a lot easier to initiate sex if you’re already sitting on his dick

i feel like he would LOVE filming you or taking pictures during sex. his phone is filled with pictures of his cock slick from your pussy or your lips wrapped around him or your fucked out, post-orgasm face. he’d have one of the least-nsfw pics as his phone background too. like a picture of you half-dressed smiling down at him when he’s balls deep in you and everyone thinks it’s so cute and he’s like 😏 you should see the rest of it

he’s always online reading up sex tips or finding new positions so he can try them out with you 💀 sex is like a sport to him. if you guys aren’t breathing hard and dripping sweat and sore all over, you didn’t go hard enough. sometimes when he shows you something new he wants to try, you’re apprehensive, but every single time you’re moaning and creaming on his cock and he’s all smug like, see? i fuckin told you you’d like this. feel how deep i am baby? you’re making such a mess all over my cock. feels so fuckin good huh? i told you.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Fried Chicken Day 

Make your own, or gather your friends and family around a big bucket of your favorite fried chicken and indulge in the greasy, meaty, tasty goodness.

The bird gets the spotlight on National Fried Chicken Day, and stomachs are rumbling already. Move over vegetarians, there’s a deep-fried chicken leg and breast coming this way!

Learn about National Fried Chicken Day

Fried chicken, otherwise known as Southern fried chicken, is a dish that features different chicken pieces that have been coated in a seasoned batter. After which, they are either pressure fried, deep-fried, or pan-fried. The breading creates a crisp crust or coating to the exterior of the meat while ensuring the juices are kept inside. Broiler chickens are most commonly used.

There is no denying that fried chicken is one of the best and most popular types of comfort food enjoyed all around the world. It may be greasy, but it is indulgent and very tasty! Today, we are able to enjoy this dish for a very cheap price, and it does not matter where in the world you go, you will be able to enjoy fried chicken on the menu! However, this was not always the case. In fact, fried chicken was deemed an expensive delicacy until the Second World War. However, thanks to mass production techniques, this is no longer the case! Phew!

There are a number of reasons why we all love National Fried Chicken Day. Of course, the main reason is that we have the perfect excuse to eat as much fried chicken as we want and we don’t have to feel guilty about it! It is also a dish whereby your manners can go out of the window.

There is no need to use a knife and fork when you are tucking into fried chicken! You can also get many different varieties of fried chicken to select from today. This includes everything from extra crispy to spicy fried chicken. Friend chicken can also be cooked in many different varieties of oil. This includes peanut oil, lard, vegetable shortening, and much more!

There are a lot of different variants of fried chicken that have been released. This includes hot chicken, which is common in the Tennessee area of Nashville. This is a variant that is pan-fried and is coated with a cayenne pepper and lard paste. Popcorn chicken has also become very popular. This can also be referred to as chicken bits. These are small, ball-shaped pieces of boneless chicken. They are battered and fried, resulting in a dish that looks like popcorn, hence the name! Or, what about Barberton chicken? This was created by immigrants from Serbia in Barberton, Ohio. the dish is now very popular throughout the state and it is sometimes called Serbian Fried Chicken.

Another reason why it is important to pay tribute on National Fried Chicken Day is that this dish had very humble beginnings. In fact, it acted as a way of empowering slaves. They were able to make their own independent flow of money by selling it. As chickens were the only animals that slaves were allowed to own and raise, this dish became very popular before the Civil War broke out.

History of National Fried Chicken Day

In order to really understand the history of this day, we need to understand the history of fried chicken. A lot of people are surprised to learn that this is a type of food that can be dated as far back as Roman Times. This is because there was a recipe for deep-fried chicken in Apicius, which was a Roman cookbook from the 4th century. The dish was called Pullum Frontonianum.

In terms of the expression “fried chicken” itself, this has been traced back to the 1830s. You will see this term used regularly throughout the cookbooks that were released in America during the 1860as and the 1870s. In the southern states of the United States, this dish can be traced back to precedents in West African and Scottish cuisine.

The fried chicken from West Africa involved the chicken being seasoned, battered, and then cooked in palm oil. The Scottish version involved the chicken being cooked in fat, however, it was not seasoned. As mentioned earlier, it was also a way for segregated and enslaved people to make money independently.

National Fried Chicken Day has been observed yearly for quite some time now. On this day, fried chicken is prepared and cooked in a number of different ways. Some fried chicken restaurants will have promotions running on this date. This includes the likes of KFC and Church’s Chicken. We have also seen that this date is celebrated across the world now as well.

For example, in Australia, in 2018, KFC gave people the chance to win free fried chicken for an entire year. In order to enter the contest, you were required to make a post on social media that stated the different reasons why you deserved to be the winner of this tasty prize! The person who won the prize was a 19-year-old who got the KFC logo tattooed on her foot. Her friend did the same as well, so let’s hope they shared the fried chicken!

How to celebrate National Fried Chicken Day

There are a lot of different ways that you can celebrate National Fried Chicken Day. Of course, heading to your favorite fried chicken restaurant is the perfect way to ensure that this day is a success. You can grab some of your friends and loved ones and tuck into your favorite bucket of chicken.

If you are feeling a little bit adventurous and you want to make sure that you enjoy the best of the best, you need to be the chef of the kitchen! Why not have a go at creating your own friend chicken creation? There are lots of great recipes on the Internet today, so you can easily find one to follow!

To add more pizzazz to the day, coat the legendary southern food in spices and yell “Yeehaw!” Cover the chicken with a mixture of cayenne pepper, garlic powder and paprika to put the spring back in the step. A little hot sauce? Sure, let’s go all out! Serve the mouth-watering fried food with chicken gravy to up the yum-factor even more.

Pair the succulent bird with waffles for a classic combo. Or, why not make chicken the star of the show and add a tasty side dish? Lip-smacking sides include buttermilk biscuits, cold potato salad or coleslaw. With fried chicken on the plate, the taste is sure to taste clucking good!

You could become everyone’s favorite person on National Fried Chicken Day by treating your co-workers to some fried chicken. All you need to do is order a few family-sized buckets and you will put a big smile on everyone’s face. This is definitely the best way to give your chances of being Employee of the Month a boost!

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[sweetsouthernbelle97]

The bar was dark and smoky, loud crappy music blaring as I sat at the bar and downed my third Moscow mule. The hand on my ass made me jump, a skinny, dirty man pressed himself against my side, groping me. “How about a fuck pretty lady? You’ve got a nice body and you’re dressed like a slut so why not get on your knees and open that pretty mouth?” He slurred the words, breath stinking of whiskey and pot. I politely pushed him away, not looking to start a fight. He slapped me, hard enough to jar my teeth, “You’re just a fucking whore, now do as you’re told.” He grabbed my long brown hair and yanked me off my stool to the floor and spit on me, my tight red cocktail dress ripping in the process. I glared up at him, unable to move because of the grip he had on my hair, as he dragged my face to his crotch.

His pants stank of piss as he dragged his dick out. I gagged, the smell was vile, and the sight was almost as bad. He slapped me again and pulled out a switchblade, “I guess I’ll just settle for fucking you raw bitch.” As the words left his lips I saw a set of massive hands grab him by the throat. His face turned purple and his eyes rolled until he passed out.

I held the scraps of my dress over my breasts and crotch, the group of gnarly bikers crowded around me, having passed the unconscious sleaze ball off to the cops, who booked him after watching the surveillance footage. I looked up at them, grateful, and afraid. The biggest of them reached down and draped his black leather jacket over me before scooping me up. His fellow biker caught a set of keys that the bartender tossed our way. “Take as long as she needs, rooms clean, I’ll send some food.” The bartender said.

I studied the faces of the five bikers as I ate, stuffing myself with chicken strips and French fries. They were young, in their 30s and 40s, each with full beards and mustaches. The leader had striking blue eyes and a black beard, the second in command a red beard and green eyes, a set who appeared to be twins had brown beards and brown eyes, and the last and oldest had a stone-grey beard and stormy grey eyes. “Slow down little lady, there is plenty of food.” The leader muttered, I had found out his name was Rick, and that he drove the coal black low-rider outside. The others chuckled as I blushed, Sam was the oldest with the grey beard, James the second in command, and the twins Joe and Boe, each part of the same small biker gang. I shivered, feeling their eyes tracing my curves, hidden only by one of Sams’ t-shirts that hung down to my thighs.

I leaned back in the chair, breathing softly, satiated and safe, “So why did you help me? I’m just a stranger.” My voice was cool but curious. Boe and Joe laughed, their brown eyes glittering with mischief. I stared hard at them and they quickly grew quiet, Sam snickering at their silence. James spoke, “No woman should ever be treated that way, besides,” he smirked, “we thought wed be better suited to fulfilling your needs than that pathetic waste of space ever could.” He watched me intently as he finished speaking. I flushed, and shivered, remembering the vile man, but interested in their proposition.

I squirmed in my seat, having eaten my fill and relaxed in the presence of the strong men. “So you think you can fulfill my needs boys? What exactly do you think they are?” my voice shook a tiny bit. They stared intently at me, Rick spoke, his voice had become deeper and rough, “ We want to fuck you, not like a street side whore, but like a beautiful woman deserving of love and ultimate satisfaction. You’re looking at some very horny bikers, with very big cocks that would love to stretch that tight little pussy we all glimpsed earlier. Let’s be real, once we pump you full of cum you’ll be part of the gang, and if you say yes, you’ll have all the hard cock, bike rides and protection your little heart could ever desire.” I flushed deep red at the words, gooseflesh covering my skin as my mind thought of the hard lengths hidden beneath the black denim and leather they all wore.

I stood and dropped the oversized shirt, “I’m all yours boys.” I shivered as their eyes darkened and they shed their leather jackets. I felt like a mouse being stalked by lions as the burly men moved toward me, and when their warm calloused hands reached my milky white skin I melted, callouses rubbing across pebbled nipples and sensitive areas.

They touched every inch of me, fingers trailing from my ankles up my legs to my thick thighs, spreading them, revealing a neatly shaved mound and plump lips, glistening with moisture, rounded ass cheeks and soft hips, curvy body and heavy breasts, smooth shoulders and a neck to a jaw begging to be nibbled and lips to be kissed. I moaned as a set of fingers eased between the swollen lips of my labia and teased the entrance to my womb. “She’s soaked boys, and fuck does she smell delicious.” The gravelly voice of Sam made my eyes open, and suddenly Joe and Boe grabbed a leg, lifting and spreading, Rick and James behind me to support my back, fondling my breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples, as Sam buried his face in my pussy. I cried out as his tongue spread the lips and dipped into the pool of wetness, swirling around my sensitive clit, flicking it, sucking and teasing. Rick laughed whispering in my ear, “You look gorgeous princess, spread open like a buffet, skin flushing pink as we lavish you with pleasure. I hope your little pussy is ready to be stretched.” The words made me tremble. Sam pulled away from my now dripping pussy, “Go on Rick, stuff her and I’ll keep sucking that pretty little clit, she’ll come like mad.” He looked up at me as he spoke, eyes burning. Rick stepped back to drop his denim, James supporting me, sucking on my neck, nibbling, leaving marks, until Rick moved back his hard, hot chest against my back, the head of his cock resting against the hungry opening. I shivered as Sam’s beard tickled my lips and Rick started to force his overly thick shaft inside me.

Sam flicked my clit mercilessly as Rick’s cock worked into me, “Fuck Rick, she’s stretching and swallowing your cock like a champ. That pretty little cunny is going to love belonging to us.” His words ran circles in my ears as the cock inside me bottomed out, pressing against my cervix. Boe and Joe began thrusting their cocks against my thighs, slick with precum, they groaned, watching, as Rick fucked me and Sam sucked my clit.

I screamed, as Rick pumped his hot sperm into my womb and Sam release my clit with a pop, my legs shook and my chest heaved, uncaring of the patrons in the bar who hear the erotic exclamation and looked about for its source. Rick eased me down onto a couch, his jeans back on, “The twins want a go at you Missy, think you can take three of us at a time?” He asked softly, eyes burning, as he stroked my hair, pinching a nipple. I shivered and looked at the two nearly identical men eagerly stroking their hard cock, not a girthy as Rick’s but long and dripping precum. I licked my lips, “How about some DP and a spit roast?” a flicker of shock crossed their faces as the taboo words left my lips.

Boe and Joe had stuffed my pussy and ass, fucking in rhythm, one thrusting, one pulling out, and James was greedily forcing his cock down my throat, holding my face, balls slapping my forehead. Joe was beneath me, buried to the hilt in my ass, my head tilted back, lips parted around James’ thick shaft as he face fucked me, and Boe plowed my pussy. Sam and Rick watched, both relaxed and pleased, eyes sparkling with mischief, Sam held his phone, videoing every second. I moan and cried and squirmed, returning the thrusts as best I could until each cock had dumped its load. I was limp, cum leaking from every office, the boys gently cleaned me up, wiping away their cum, dressing me in jeans and a t-shirt, foregoing a bra and panties, and gently braiding my hair. I smiled, nestled against them, closing my eyes as they chatted about their next stop.

A few months later five bikes sat outside a dusty bar in New Mexico, inside five burly men surrounded a very pregnant woman, leather pants cupping her hips, an oversized bikers jacket covering her.

Rick kissed me, hand gently rubbing my swollen belly, “Who’d have thought we’d father children, being bikers, but this little lady stole our hearts from the moment we saw her.” He smiled looking up at Sam, James and Joe and Boe. They beamed with pride and love. I squirmed, feeling a familiar throb between my thighs. Sam's eyes lit up and he cleared his throat, “Well boys I think it’s time we get the missus home, she’s had a long day.” Immediately I could feel the burning gazes of the men, Rick helping me up, holding me possessively they moved me through the crowd and out to the bikes. James scooped me up and helped me onto the bike behind Rick, growling in my ear, “You know we can smell you princess, every time that little pussy leaks we smell you and can’t help the raging desire to fuck you silly.” I smiled and squirmed, the twin boys in my belly kicking and jostling, “I know, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[52woc]

Buffalo Chicken Dipping Balls Recipe For your football-watching crowd, deep-fried balls of canned chicken breast, scallions, and cheese are a tasty treat. 1 cup plain bread crumbs, 3 eggs beaten, 1 cup all-purpose flour, 1 cup shredded pepperjack cheese, 1 cup shredded sharp Cheddar cheese, 1 package ranch dressing mix, 1 cup hot pepper sauce, 2 cans chunk chicken breast drained and flaked, 4 green onions chopped, oil for frying

[awhiteworkshop]

Buffalo Chicken Dipping Balls

Deep-fried balls of canned chicken breast, scallions, and cheese make a tasty treat for your football-viewing crowd.

[chub-queer-art]

Buffalo Chicken Dipping Balls Deep-fried balls of canned chicken breast, scallions, and cheese make a tasty treat for your football-viewing crowd.

[hqhunybuns]

hot, steamy, slow shower sex with osamu after practice 👁👁

I thirst after Osamu with a heavy passion 😩👌

Shower sex with Osamu after practice

The weekend never looked so dull-- usually your weekends were full of debauchery and mischief, either from the Miya twins antics or your other friends dragging you along to a sleepover or random three a.m. Walmart trips; it was a nice break from your usual rambunctious life.

Your parents had fled your home for the weekend, claiming they needed a weekend to rekindle their already over bloomed relationship, leaving you alone to do what you did best… binge watch tv.

The plush tan couch cushion you sat yourself in hours ago kept you cozy as you fisted snacks into your awaiting mouth, eyes never wandering from your show. It was late afternoon by the time you checked your phone for the first time today, not feeling bad for blatantly ignoring your boyfriend for mystical teenagers trapped in love triangles.

Osamu should be here at any time, or so you had thought. The next time you checked your phone, it was nearing nine at night. He was supposed to come by after practice and make dinner for the two of you, his idea, you might add; if you had it your way, your dinner would be mac and cheese and chicken nuggets-- but Osamu had standards, and he called that meal pathetic the first time he saw you eat it.

He was adorable in his own right, but it was annoying on how much he was a food elitist. You’re a grown ass person, you should be allowed to eat Oreos at eight in the morning as cereal without being judged!

Just as Elena had confessed that she loved Damon, the doorbell broke your concentration. Heaving yourself from the cocoon of blankets and pillows you had made for yourself on the couch, you swung the front door open and beamed.

“There’s my sweaty boyfriend! Come in, come in! I made you your own little fort beside the couch!”

The tall boy peered down at you, not entertained by your invitation, merely passing you and slinging his gym bag by the door. You grabbed his hand and drug him to the couch, pushing him into the bundle of plush pillows and warm blankets. He opened his mouth to speak but you quickly placed a finger over his lips.

“I have one more episode before this season is finished, give me forty minutes and you’ll have my complete and utter attention,” You removed the finger from his mouth and held up your pointer and middle finger in the air. “Scouts honor.”

Osamu didn’t object, he let you do as you pleased-- he enjoyed the fact you were sitting in his lap while engrossed in The Vampire Diaries, his arms encircled your torso and held you close to his built but considerably sweaty, body.

He entertained himself by texting his brother or scrolling down Facebook aimlessly, exhaling deeply whenever he saw a funny meme. He wanted to show you the deep fried minion meme but he knew that you were too engrossed in your terrible CW drama. 

“I knew it! I knew that was going to happen! This show is such bullshit, next season better be better or I won’t watch it anymore!” you huffed, slouching into Osamu.

He sighed and circled his thumbs on your waist. “You say that after each season.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, but maybe next season’s gonna get better.”

Sniffing the air, you whipped your head and stared at Osamu’s confused expression. “Why do you smell like you haven’t taken a shower?”

“‘Cause I came here straight from practice, figured you’d want me here soon as possible.”

The glimmer of a thought ran through your mind and went straight to your mouth. “Can I take a shower with you?”

Osamu smiled lightly, “Thought you’d never ask, sweetheart. C’mon, get up.”

You giddly jumped from his lap and to the floor, waiting for him to stand before ushering him to the bathroom, shutting the door behind the both of you. The gray haired boy wrapped his arms around you from behind and pressed his face into your shoulder.

“‘Samu, you smell like a teenagers sock drawer, let go so we can get clean.” you sighed happily, leaning into his embrace.

“Just missed ya’, is all.” he breathed, letting go of you.

The two of you stripped of your clothes, leaving them piled on the tiled floor. You opened the glass door of the standing shower and invited Osamu in, taking close attention to his nicely defined torso and toned legs, zoning in on his cock, which was already half hard.

Ice cold water spouting from the shower head caused you to yelp, but it was quickly replaced with a steady, warm stream. As soon as Osamu and yourself agreed with the water temperature, you turned around to face him. 

“It should be illegal to be that hot.” you commented quietly, cupping his face with your hands before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

He chuckled before returning the kiss, dipping both of your heads under the downpour of water. You giggled into the kiss, breaking it to take a gulp of air, trying to avoid getting water in your mouth.

Osamu’s hands slowly cupped your breasts, his thumbs going to swirl your hardened nipples. Your breath hitched, leaning into him and your back arching. He claimed your mouth with his once more, licking your lip, asking for an entrance.

You obliged, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his hands didn’t seize their antagonizing slow assault on your breasts. Your hands trailed from his face to his hair, tugging on his dark locks lightly, bringing him closer to your body. He groaned into the kiss, groping your breasts harder.

“Osamu…” you hushed, pleasure dripping from your words. 

One of his hands continued their playing while his other one dipped to your throbbing sex, taking his time to spread your outer lips and plunge a finger into your pussy.

You gripped his shoulders, pleasure slowly rising and your stomach becoming warmer by the seconds. Osamu was relentless, adding another finger into you and proceeded to curl them as he thrusted. 

“Fuck, ‘Samu,” you moaned, your back hitting the shower wall.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re needy,” he praised quietly, removing his fingers and bringing them to his lips, licking his digits clean. “Guess I should give ya’ want ya’ want.”

His cock was more than hard, you could see it twitch with excitement. You went to grab his member before he grabbed your hand, stopping your actions. “Turn ‘round for me, sweetheart.”

You couldn’t just ignore him when his voice is low and raspy-- you’d pay him to talk to you for hours when his voice got like that, but then again, his voice got like that whenever he was ready to fuck you into oblivion.

Turning around, he bent your torso and had you brace yourself against the shower wall with your hands. If this were any other time, you’d be teasing him, but at the moment all you needed was to be fucked until you couldn’t stand.

Osamu’s hands gripped your ass with one hand and lined himself with your drenched hole with the other. Before you could hurry him up, he slammed himself into you, knocking the breath from your lungs.

He set the pace, with quick, hard thrusts that barely gave you time to recuperate. Your legs shook as you moaned in ecstasy, throwing your ass back to meet his thrusts. 

“I thought about this all day,” he groaned. “‘Bout how tight you’d be for me, and how you’d sound for me.”

You bit your lip and moaned, “Osamu, please! Please fuck me harder!”

He stopped his breakneck pace mid stroke and leaned over your back, his heavy, warm breath in your ear. “Ya’ sure you can handle it?” 

“Yes, please just ruin me already!” 

Osamu’s hips snapped harshly, his speed increasing tenfold. You could barely withhold your weight, but once his thumb met your clit, you thought you'd fall. 

His balls slapped against your ass as he continued to wreck your pussy, his grunts and groans going straight to your sopping cunt. Your pussy clenched against his cock and your lower stomach growing a tight knot. 

With a couple more thrusts, your pussy clamped around his cock, cumming around him. You swore you saw lights, your legs shaking as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. Osamu stopped prodding your clit with his hand and gripped your hips, bringing you back into his cock.

“Osamu! Fuck, God, please!” you moaned, your body still sensitive from your orgasm.

He pounding into your cervix, his hands gripping your hips so hard you’re going to have bruises in the morning. “Say it again.”

“Osamu!” Your forehead rested against the shower wall as your boyfriend used you as a cocksleeve.

“That’s right, Y/n, I’m the one that’s fuckin’ ya’ this good.”

Your second orgasm was approaching quickly, and you could tell Osamu was reaching his soon, as his pace lost rhythm, his thrusts more erratic. Your cunt squeezed his cock with your second orgasm, garnering his own release.

He held your hips close to his, your pussy milking him for all he has. He gave a few more weak thrusts, riding out his orgasm before removing himself from you and helping you stand. He brushed hair from your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You good?”

You nodded, a lazy smile on your lips.

“Yeah, more than good. Now, let’s get cleaned up, season five is waiting for us downstairs.”

[katsukikitten]

Ready Set COOK!

A/N have this random ass fic I cranked out cause I watched some food network. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

"Y/N is arguable the best cook in the dorms." Mina says salivating over the thought of dinner as 1A figures out what they are going to try to convince you to make.

"Tch. Yea fucking right. I cook the best!" Bakugou chimes in suddenly flipping through the channels with fever.

"Ha!" You laugh dryly, "Maybe when I'm having a bad day."

He grinds his teeth as he glares at you, channel surfing forgotten.

"Let's settle this." He snarls although he barely moves from his lounging position.

"How do you declare we do that spicy boi?" A hush suddenly falls over the room at your most recent and his most hated nickname.

Explosions threaten to pop but the TV blares before he can.

"THIS WEEK ON COOK OFF!"

"OH OH!" Kirishima pipes in, jumping up to point at the TV frantically.

"Fuck no." Bakugou bites out, sending daggers the red heads way.

"Oh come on Bakugou it will be fun!" He whines only to be shut down again. This time with an explosion. The hot head jumps to his feet with smoking hands.

"I SAID FUCK NO!"

"Why? Too scared you'll get your ass kicked?" You prompt, looking at your nails as you speak. He stalks your way leaning over you as you sit on the couch.

"I'm too scared you'll lose so badly you'll have to commit seppuku to regain your honor." The tension is palpable in the large living room, making some of the students feel small from its weight.

"Oh so you admit you worry about me?" You say in your most flirtatious voice, placing your hand onto his shoulder because you love to get under his skin. He jerks back with crazed eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about any of you extras!"

"Good! Now we need judges. Todoroki?" You ask but Bakugou shakes his head.

"His palette is as expanded as a fucking toddler's." The ash blonde shakes his head, "Mother fucker eats cold soba for breakfast lunch AND dinner."

"Ouch." An invisible arrow pierces the two toned boy in the chest.

"Well..." You look around the room, "It can't be biased..."

"Deku? Oh no wait then you'll use him as an *excuse* when you lose." You giggle, his cheeks burn from the sound.

"Fuck you and fuck Deku." He snarls, "What about Shinso?"

"Aaahh that's a good one. He hates everyone equally." You chime in, placing your hand in your chin as you look over your peers.

"Wow glad you noticed." He rolls his amethyst eyes although he does not object.

"Oh Denki!" You point at the electric

"OMG YES MY TIME TO SHINE BABY!" He fists his hands into the pants of your legs, so happy to be included.

"NO! Not pikachu! His brain is FRIED!" Bakugou snarls and Denki let's out a sad 'hey' while a crocodile tear rolls down his cheek.

"Yes, that's what would make him the best wild card! You'll never know what he's gonna think!" You absentmindedly let your hand pet over the curve of his skull.

Part of you wonders if suggesting him is a bad idea. Your eyes flicker to the TV just to see someone asking the sweating chefs what they are planning.

"Kirishima can be the host!" You say with excitement, "Now we just need one more judge. Someone who likes to eat."

Silence settles over the room aside from the now low roar of the TV

"I've got it!" Your new ruby eyed host pipes in, "I'll ask Sun Eater senpai!"

"He's so meek. How are you going to get him to agree?" You ask as a some what devilish smile crosses his face.

"Oi, I forgot you came in after. Poor guy got pestered by shitty hair until he said yes to taking him to his agency." Bakugou crosses his arms.

"We'll compete tomorrow! I've got to prepare!" You stare after Kirishima who runs to get his phone, you cant see him bullying someone into helping him.

×××××××××

You had never been proven more wrong as you stand in the dorms over sized kitchen in front of the panel of judges.

Shinso who looks bored, Denki who reminds you of a kid hopped up on sugar and a petrified Tamaki.

"Welcome chefs!" Kirishima announces, it's funny how quickly he made the kitchen look much like the studio. Even forcing you and Bakugou into real chef jackets while Kirishima wears one of his suits.

"Oi, you really went all out." He growls, somehow making the compliment sound like an insult. You roll your eyes before you let them linger over Bakugou. Much like you he wears the black jacket with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he has a towel resting over a broad shoulder.

Somehow this outfit makes your cheeks burn. You swallow, looking out over the "live" audience, aka class 1A with every chair they could find in the dorm piled into the smallest part of the kitchen.

Sitting on the edges of their seats.

"Today the two of you will be placed head to head agaisnt one another to become UA's top chef!" Kirishima announces with gusto even earning a small cheer from the audience.

"Tonights prize does not only include bragging rights BUT this!" He gestures widely to the obviously paper mache trophy, Bakugou snorts.

"Really? You could have asked Momo over there?" He points in the dark and Kirishima blushes a bit. Although he is saved as Momo walks towards the front, not breaking the attire with her long sleep dress that looks more like a ball room gown. Kirishima thanks her silently before punching the old trophy off with the new one.

"Who will when this amazing trophy and the title of UA's top chef?" Kirishima looks to the audience before adding, "Let's find out!"

"Contestants, today's challenge is broken down into three parts. Appetizer, entree and dessert! The three dishes must meld flawlessly with one another! You have ten minutes to look over the ingredients and come up with a meal plan. Starting.....now!"

The two of you jump, pulling open at the two large fridges behind you to be met with an array of vegetables and meats.

"Are they like timed?" Shinso asks, as he twirls his fork.

"Good question, Shinso. Yes each portion of the competition will be timed!"

As you begin to put together your game plan you rush towards the pantry. Fear making you hesitate, the pantry was mostly empty just yesterday.

"Oi! Open the fucking door!" A yell behind you before you rip open the cabinet with blatant rage.

Surprisingly the pantry is popping at the seams, ingredients pop out at you that you hastily grab.

"Chefs your time is up! You have fifteen minutes to begin prepare your first dish! GO!"

Excitement pushes your body into motion as you slice bacon strips down the middle. Your thoughts compete with the vigorous chopping from the station next to you as you delicately wrap sliced puff pastry around the now bacon wrapped asparagus.

"Chef Bakugou what are you preparing?"

"Use your fucking eyes." He growls, adding something to a bowl.

"Hey..." Kirishima sounds crestfallen, almost hurt and its hurt enough for Katuski to sigh.

"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Stop pouting!" He chops into a radish harshly to emphasize his point before going on.

"I believe its important to go a little on the lighter side for a starter. Almost refreshing cleanses the palette." Your ears perk at his deep voice as you pull your starter from the oven, "So I'm making a radish and cucumber salad with rice vinager and chili flakes for a small kick."

"It looks wonderful chef!" Kirshima comments before adding, "Five minutes to plate!"

"Shit..." You hiss to yourself as you delicately arrange your asparagus twists, while popping hands roast sesame seeds in an instant before tossing them into the salad.

The two if you plate, arrange and present until kirishima finally shouts

"TIMES UP! STEP AWAY FROM THE PLATES!" Both of you back away with raised hands.

"First up. Y/N-chan." Kirishima says happily as the judges look over their food.

Shinso takes a bite first.

"Flavorful. Savory. Its delicious." Is all he offers as he eats his second.

"Kaminari?" Kirishima prompts. Denki is smiling ear to ear before a rare seriousness washes over his features as he chews.

"I dont like asparagus." He states with a harsh tone.

"IM FUCKED!" You scream internally.

"But you've made me like it."

"IM UNFUCKED!"

Kaminari takes another bite, thinking it over

"The puff pastry is airy and buttery and surprisingly the bacon is crispy without your vegetable drying out. Very well done."

You glance at Bakugou who mouths

"Is he fucking Gorden Ramsey now?" To which you giggle.

"Tamaki senpai, please do not judge on usefulness for your quirk but by taste." Kirishima encourages as Tamaki almost shrinks away. He takes a bite before smiling.

"I..its delicious. Togata would enjoy this."

"Next up Bakugou!"

"Nice kick, cool cuc flavor. I like it." Shinso nods to Bakugou as he makes a mark in on the pad provided.

"Honestly, Chef Katsuki. I was really worried about the heat level when I saw your heavy handed toss of pepper flakes into the salad. But the flakes really bring out the tang of the rice vinager, the smoky flavor of the sesame seed while the radish and cucumber take the edge away *just* enough." Kaminari says before taking another bite, scribbling as he chews.

This time Bakugou looks to you and you laugh aloud at his bewildered scarlet eyes.

"Just got with it!" You call from your station. Struggling to keep your giggle.

Who knew confusion could look so cute?

"Its just the right amount of spice. Togata would enjoy this."

"Take your station, Katsuki as we will now begin the main course. You have thirty five minutes to prepare!"

Time ticks by faster than you'd like as your watched pot of water finally boils. You add in chopped golden potatoes setting a timer before butter flying your chicken breasts for a more even cook and better grilled sear.

Bakugou works furiously with his steak, pounding at it to quickly tenderize it, adding an aromatic garlic herb butter to a heated pan. He swirls the melting blob until it coats the bottom of the pan.

Both of you are about to start your meats before Kirishima breaks your concentration.

"Chefs! I've found an ingredient you HAVE to incorporate into your main dish." He presents a rectangular package that has you seething.

"KIRISHIMA WHAT THE FUCK?!" You both yell in unison, slamming your meats on your cutting boards.

"Dry packs of ramen noodles!" He announces in case either of you couldn't read the damn packaging!

"What the fuck?" Is all the two of you can say as you're tossed the package of ramen noodles. You stare at your dish, you couldn't easily shift your meal plan into Asian like Bakugou could thanks to his universal salad. The dishes had to be cohesive and you had fucking POTATOES BOILING TO BE MASHED

You stare almost stunned as the red rectangle stares back at you.

You hated ramen.

Meanwhile Bakugou grumbles to himself as he slices his steak into thin strips, adding ginger, a bit of sesame seed oil, green onion and some beef broth to boil.

He tosses in the package of ramen.

"This is cheap shit." He grumbles to himself before adding the steak in a few moments later slamming a lid onto the pan. He was lucky he picked a deep pan as opposed to his original idea of a shallow one.

"Half of the time is remaining chefs!"

"Perfect!" You slam your fist into your palm as you make haste. Quickly grabbing eggs, milk, flour and the food processor.

You begun to crush the noodles until they become a fine grain.

"Eji do we have to use the stupid flavor packet?"

"Fucking why would you ask?!" Bakugou snarls your way, ruby red eyes slide to the panel.

"Judges?"

"No." They answer in unison and you both sigh in relief. For you it would have been hard to incorporate to your sudden idea of fried chicken while the flavoring would be too salty and undercut the flavor building he had done for his dish.

You mash your potatoes, adding in garlic cloves, cubes of butter, a bit of season salt all before emulsifying it to a whipped state.

"Five minutes chefs!"

You begin to really sweat now, you didnt want to rush your chicken for fear of the batter not becoming crispy enough or worse yet an undercooked breast.

"Three minutes chefs!"

"Fuck! Cook chicky cook!" You mumble to the fryer, scarlet eyes shift to your bouncing frame, plating his own food, swiping juices that splatter.

"Come on plate damn it! It's done!" He shouts to you.

"You *do* care!" You tease, although your heart is in your throat as you place the chicken onto the plate, drizzling a honied mustard over the breasts.

"Like hell. It's just winning by default is boring. I want to watch them spit your food out." His voice comes out soaking in malice but his eyes say otherwise. Mischief and excitement dance along his scarlet iris.

"AND TIME!" You both step away from your plates. Breathing heavily as the two of you look down at your master pieces.

Bakugou places his hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of the panel as Kirishima grabs your dishes.

"Bakugou you're up first."

"This is not thirty cent ramen." Is all Shinso says as he slurps up the noodles before biting into the beef. No one misses his eyes flutter.

"Wow." Is all Kaminari can say chewing with delight, "Just wow. I would have thought the noodles were homemade. The beef is tender, all cooked evenly. The sauce flavorful, a hit of ginger and I'm surprised you hadn't added any heat. I would have loved to have seen a five alarm ramen from you."

Bakugou grinds his teeth to keep from shouting at his last remark.

"Togata would enjoy this."

"I'll be sure to make him a to go plate." Kirishima winks before presenting your dish.

"I never would have thought to use ramen as breeding." Purple eyes glitter as he devours the chicken.

"Me either. Its excellently light, you matured everyone's favorite honey mustard by making it with a sharper brown mustard and the potatoes are soft, beautifully whipped and garlicy!"

"This is 'southern food?'" Tamaki asks, "Togata would like it."

You smile warmly.

"Last round chefs! You'll have forty five minutes to prepare a dessert with *this* ingredient." He holds up a green can and your stomach sinks.

"Is that fucking wasabi?" Bakugou snarls, even the heat king is stunned.

"Yes chef it is. Please incorporate this ingredient into your dish. Starting...NOW!"

You stare at the green can. What in the actual fuck? Maybe you should have made a menu more geared towards Asian cuisine.

I mean you were in FUCKING JAPAN AFTER ALL.

You snatch onto the can, now was not the time to damn yourself. You could do this. You could beat Bakugou!

Even if it killed you.

You decided to taste it, youd never actually had it, just knew that it was potent.

"That's too much idiot!" Bakugou yells from his station just as your about to put a heaping teaspoon into your mouth.

"Like scoop with a chop stick." He says, showing you himself. His chopstick dips into the wasabi to return with the smallest of green.

You mimic him, popping it into your mouth as instant regret washes over you as you try to break down the components of the flavor.

It was hot with underlying notes of freshness, almost herbal as the heat began to fade.

But with that regret comes an idea.

You work vigorously grabbing all the chocolate you can find before making a batch of brownies, wasabi mixed into the batter.

Nothing was more southern than cake or a brownie.

"I'll fucking tell you what..." You finish the thought aloud as you worked.

All the while Bakugou glances to you with concerned eyes before he measures out the perfect amount of coconut milk to reduce with almond milk, a split vanilla pod, some sugar, honey and wasabi powder.

Soon his odd mixture becomes fragrant, the freshness of it competing with the richness of baking brownies.

Time ticks by too quickly as you snatch the wasabi powder from Bakugou adding the smallest amount to powdered sugar, cocoa and milk as you make the frosting to your brownies.

You feel like you're ahead of time as your plate, eyes looking over to Bakugou who is garnishing ramekins with edible flowers and flakes of coconut.

"Fuck." You murmur before pipping on some icing. Smoothing it out with a knife. Plating it as Kirishima obnoxiously counts down.

"Time!" He yells. You're shaking before glancing at Bakugou who seems nervous himself. Again he guides you to the panel, you lean into him for a bit of support.

Your heart was racing, sweat still dripping down the nape of your neck and beading on your brow.

You couldn't tell who's dishes they favored and there was a chance you could very well lose.

You'd hate to admit but Bakugou's station smelt fucking amazing all night.

"Y/N!" Kirishima smiles a wide tooth smile, "Wasabi brownies. Interesting."

"You mean fucking fire." Shinso says.

"Its astounding how the chocolate adds to the heat with out one overpowering the other. A delicate scale was balanced today."

You find Bakugou's hand by his side. giving it a squeeze to keep yourself form laughing. He leans towards you and whispers into your ear.

"Bet you're regretting adding Flavor Town onto the board."

A giggle escapes your lips that drives Katuski mad.

"Togata would love this! Please save a square for him!"

The judges cleanse their palates before moving into Bakugou's dessert.

"So delicate." Shino adds, looking down at the purple flowers.

"Watch it." He bites but you again squeeze his hand, this time whispering to him

"That means he likes it. You did an amazing job plating."

He watches you smile as you drink in their comments about *his * dish.

"I like that you start and finish things with a refreshing yet memorable dish. The edible flowers add immense color to this dish, the wasabi heightens the sweetness of the honey and the coconut flakes add a little bit of both crunch and depth. Excellent."

"So pretty..." Tamkai stares at his dessert before adding a small bite into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you know then that you've lost.

That's two different judges with different meals that he has impressed. He squeezes your hands, you look up to him expecting a smug smile only to see nervousness.

"The judges will now debate. Please sit in the waiting room while they discuss who will be UA's top chef!"

"Where the fuck is that?" The blonde snarls.

"The living room!" He whispers as you drag an agitated Bakugou with you.

The two of you sit in silence, sinking into the couches with tired bodies.

Adrenaline can do that to you. Minutes tick by before you sigh out.

"I'm pretty sure you won. You..." You gush, "Amazing. That salad looked so damn good!"

Katuski cannot help the smile that spreads across his face as he watches you sing his praises.

"Honestly your southern dishes were something new to them. That's far better and seriously ramen as a breeding? Innovative as fuck." He sags in the couch closer to you. The two of you half fighting over who really one by pointing out the best moves the other did.

Gradually gravitating closer to one another with heatedexcitement fueled by friendly competition. The two of you are butting foreheads as you argue.

"But the flowers were stunning...." The vigor in your tone dies down as you stare into something else that else stunning.

Scarlet eyes sparkle like gems in the low light of the side table lamps. Suddenly you are hyper aware of your proximity to him. You try to scoot back only for your hip to hit the arm of the couch, barely moving a centimeter. You were safely nestled between the couch and his amazingly muscular arms.

Bakugou swallows his desire as he drinks you in this close, having never realizing how pretty you actually were.

Add that to your ability to kick ass on the battle field and in the kitchen had Bakugou looking at you in a whole new light. He seems to choke on his desire as one strong hand finds the nape of your neck.

"I bet nothing tastes as delicious as your lips." He says before pressing his own to yours.

The saying alone has your body flushed and a small whimper erupts in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes.

Shit.

You liked arrogant, smart mouthed, excellent chef handsome ass Bakugou.

And now that you've tasted him, you'll never want to eat anything else again.

You kiss him back with matched passion and the two of you forget about the competition for a moment. Foot steps had the two of you breaking apart, cheeks burning brighter than the boy's hair whose entered the living room just missing everything.

"They are ready to announce the winner." He turns on his heel, expecting the two of you to follow. Both of you share a look before standing. Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him so he can whisper in the cockiest tone he can muster.

"After they announce me as winner. Let me make you dessert."

@we-starlight-in-the-making @kiribakuho @babybakuu @zbops @crimsondream-1 @alwaysmy crazy ass did it. I made the fic I wanted

[naturalbornsnickerdoodle]

Saturday night fever

I'm currently with a fever, and since I couldn't sleep I thought I'd write a story about Harry taking care of the reader to pass the time.

I hope you enjoy!

Ps. The title is trash I know.

Warnings: some swear words.

Y/N was pretty excited to see Harry after so long. Both had been caught up with work lately and he went on a business trip to discuss tour dates, TV interviews, and who knows! Perhaps even a new album.

Y/N was going to surprise Harry after picking him up from the airport. She bought his favorites snacks, would prepare his favorite dish for dinner, got the TV room ready to watch a RomCom, and she even shaved. You know...just in case.

It was morning, his flight would land by 7 PM, so Y/N had plenty of time to get the things she needed, go to work, and then bring him home. Or so she thought...

Her phone starts ringing while she was getting dressed for work, the screen lights up with the words "H ❤" and she answers.

Y/N: "Hi, baby! How's it going?"

Harry: "Hi, love. I'm alright. What about you?"

Y/N: "Oh, you know, pretty good. Been jumping up and down, cheering silently since I woke up *giggles* No biggie. What's up? Is your flight about to take off?"

Harry: "Actually, I have some bad news, button. They needed me here one more day, to see some business men down in San Diego. Label says it's important."

She stops putting on her shoes for a second. Then replies with a fake, slightly cheery voice.

Y/N: "Oh, I see!"

Harry: "I know. Good news is I'll leave tomorrow at the same time, same flight, and we'll see each other then, yeah?"

Y/N normally wouldn't get upset over something like this. She was understanding and would always assure him everything was okay. However, it's been a whole month of not seeing her boyfriend, and that could upset anyone, if you ask me.

Y/N: "Define good "

Harry: *he sighs* "Okay, maybe not the greatest of news I could deliver, but it's just one more day, love."

Y/N: "Oh yay, one more day. Woo hoo!" She said sarcastically.

Harry: "What's gotten into you? It's literally 24 more hours, Y/N."

Y/N: "Too many for my taste, Harry. But, hey! Thanks for trying to cheer me up. Didn't work."

Harry: "Y/N—"

Y/N: "You know what? I'm done talking to you. Have fun in all those meetings. Bye."

Harry: "Wait, bab—"

Y/N hangs up the phone before she got to hear the rest of his speech. And boy, was she upset. She tapped her fingers on the kitchen counter while taking deep breaths to calm herself down. She could only think about the nerve he had trying to see the bright side of this. Sometimes there was no brightside.

She couldn't get her mind off the following night. Plans ruined, they'd get home to a reheated dinner, and she'd have stubbly legs and private parts from almost 3 days of not shaving. Let's face it, she was too mad at him for that last part.

Finally, she snapped her head upwards and said "Fuck this", grabbed her car keys and headed for the door. Next thing you know, she was furiously tapping her phone screen, texting her friends to meet later at the pub.

Afternoon came along and after several failed attempts of Harry calling Y/N, aswell as texting her, she finally replied with "going out tonight" and a do not disturb emoji for an extra touch. That sure looked menacing. But Harry got that, and only replied with an "Okay, take care, yeah? Love you xx". A thumbs up would be the perfect reply, she thought. She hit Send.

At the pub, Y/N and her friends were ordering pint after pint, and then some questionable chili cheese fries since she'd gotten hungry. Needless to say it was a poor choice of snack.

Through the evening, she'd gotten a couple of texts from Harry asking if she was okay, and one around 5 am letting her know that he was going to the airport soon. She didn't reply to any of them, of course.

Fast forward to the next morning, Y/N woke up to the sunlight hitting her right in the face, as if he'd never shown his face in London before, the bastard, and with a thumping headache. Yup, this was going to be fun.

She had felt like crap the entire day. Didn't try to have breakfast 'cause she was too tired and nauseous, so she went back to sleep. At noon, she tried to have some tea and a sandwich but that only made her sick to her stomach, and ended up throwing it all up. It tasted like chili cheese fries and regrets. Emphasis on the regrets part.

At last, when the vomiting ceased, she washed it down with some mouthwash and grabbed her cup of tea to not dehydrate, then proceeded to try and get some sleep. Completely oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was getting home that evening.

Harry's plane landed on time, but got worried after his girlfriend didn't reply to him all day that day, not even when he texted he'd landed safely. He got a private ride to get him back home, since she wasn't there to pick him up. Oh, he was in trouble, alright.

The ride parks outside their home, and Harry notices Y/N's car. "Thank god she's home!" He thinks to himself. He gets his suitcases, walks in only to find darkness. He turns on the lights and calls out for his girlfriend: "Y/N? You home?"

He walks upstairs and through their bedroom door only to find what he could only think was his girlfriend but in the form of a shivering ball. A trashcan on the floor, a cold cup of chamomile tea on the nightstand, and lots of baby wipes laid around the floor.

Harry gets closer to Y/N and sees her small face pale, sweating, and her whole body slightly shivering.

Harry: "Y/N? What happened, love?"

He touches her forehead and she's burning hot. God knows how long she's been with a fever. He'd like to think that's why she didn't reply to his texts earlier, not 'cause she was mad at him. One can dream.

Just then, she comes back to a semi conscious state and replies in a weak voice. Blinking slowly, barely opening her eyes.

Y/N: "Harry?"

Harry: "Yeah, button. The one and only."

Y/N: "Y-You-You're h-home" stuttering through her words.

Harry: "I am, and you're burning. Come on, let's check up on you. Did you take anything for the fever?"

Y/N: "No, I did-d-didn't know I had one, until n-now."

Harry: "That's alright, I'll take care of you, yeah?"

She could only reply with a soft and weak "okay". Then, Harry proceeded to take her temperature, 38.5 °C. No wonder why she was shivering. He left her side only to fetch her medicine and some water. Then, he continued to get a small bowl with ice water in it and a small towel. He also noticed she was sweating profusely, got her shirt all wet. He fetched fresh PJ's for her, wanting to replace the ones drenched in sweat.

Harry: "Can you sit up, love? I'll help you out of these in a second."

Y/N: "You trying to get in my p-pants, Styles?"

Harry: *smirks* "Me? Nah."

Y/N: "Go-Good. 'Cause I'm still m-mad at you."

Harry: "I'm very much aware of that, honey. Come on, arms up."

He changes her into a fresh t-shirt and discards the old one in the laundry basket.

Harry: "Good as new! Now, let's get that fever down. Here"

Harry gives her the tylenol they had in their first aid bag, she chugged it down with water, and then continued to put her on her back again.

Harry: "Alright, could you lay down for me, please? This cold towel will help you. There you go." He places the wet and cold towel on her forehead. He hears a big sigh coming out of her. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing slow. She shivered every now and then, grabbing her hand hopefully would make her feel better. And it did.

Harry only left her side to get more cold water for the towel, and to make her some chicken soup. Thank god he knows how to cook. When the soup is ready he wakes her up by kissing the back of her hand and playing softly with her hair.

Harry: "Hey, babe."

Y/N: "hm?"

Harry: "Hi there, love. Fancy some dinner? Made your favorite soup"

Y/N: *wide eyed* "of course!" She says in a raspy voice.

Harry: *giggles* "Okay, sit up for me please."

Y/N sits up and lays against the headboard. Then Harry places the tray they use for breakfast in bed, with the most delicious smelling plate of soup you could ever imagine. Lots of veggies and chopped chicken breasts. And the best part, it was made with love.

He'd pulled a chair next to their bed to sit beside her if she needed anything. She grabs her spoon and tries the soup out. The only thing coming from her lips are happy sounds. She really needed that.

Y/N: "It's delicious, as always. Maybe even better than the last time you made it"

Harry: "Proud to hear that. Gordon Ramsay who?"

They both laugh at his comment. Then, after a moment, Harry speaks.

Harry: "I'm sorry I canceled on you."

Y/N: "Oh, that's okay. Actually, I overreacted, too. I, I know how hard you work and how much you care for what you do. I just felt... overwhelmed. Cause I had the entire day planned out for us and then they make you stay one more day, and then-"

Harry: "I know, love." He takes her free hand on his own and squeezes it tight.

Y/N: *sighs* "What I mean is...I'm sorry, honey. For everything.

Harry: "Apology accepted. But you'll have to make it up to me for not answering my calls or texts earlier today. Had me very worried back there." He pinches her nose lightly between his thumb and index finger, making her blush.

Y/N: "Oh, shit. Right. Again, I'm sorry. How was your flight back, by the way? You must be so tired"

Harry: "Eh, it was alright. I'm used to them now. I just wanted to get home ASAP."

Y/N: "and now here you are stuck with a sick girl next to you."

Harry: "Yeah, how did I get so lucky?" *giggles*

Y/N: "Life can be funny like that sometimes, even if we're not laughing with it"

Harry: "True, but there's no other place I'd rather be."

They both smile at each other.

Harry: "So what did you do or eat to get this sick?"

Y/N: "Ugh. It was the beer and the cheese fries I had last night. Ew" She gets goosebumps from thinking about the goddamned fries.

Harry: *giggles* "Not the best of ideas, yeah?"

Y/N: "Not at all"

She finishes her soup, Harry puts the tray and plate aside, only to make her lay down again, change her cold towel one more time and go put on some PJ's and go around their bed to sleep next to her, it was already pretty late.

She tries to find his hand, grabs it and squeezes tight.

Y/N: "Thank you."

Harry: "For what?"

Y/N: "For checking up and taking care of me. Even if we were mad at each other"

Harry: "Hey, c'mere." Harry gets closer to Y/N and wraps his arm around her shoulder only to let her rest her head on his chest. She was still pretty cold anyway.

Harry: "I love you, I like taking care of you, hun. I know you'd do the same for me" he says with a smile. "except for the soup" *giggles*

Y/N: "Well, it's nice to see we agree on something"

They both laugh, say their I-love-you's and wish each other good night, slowly drifting to sleep.

The next Morning (reference is the gif above)

Harry grunts and feels a little too light for his taste. He opens his eyes only to see Y/N missing from her usual spot. He jumps from bed and starts calling out her name, looking for her in the bathroom and walk-in closet. His heart starts to slow down once she replies with a "Down here, in the kitchen!"

He finds Y/N making two cups of tea and toast.

Y/N: "Good morning, love!" She plants a quick kiss on his lips.

Harry: "Morning! Um, how are you feeling, button?"

Y/N: "Oh, a lot better than yesterday, for sure. Still a little light headed, but no biggie. Nothing a good breakfast can't fix.

Harry: "Here, let me help"

They chat over breakfast. They talk about the meetings he had, when he'd have to travel again and that she could accompany him this time.

After they're done with their meal, Harry urges Y/N to go back to bed.

Y/N: "Honey, I'm fine now. I'm sure a shower and then watching something on tv will be an even better cure.

Harry: "Oh no, you're not getting your way this time. Medicine, water and rest, doctor's orders, Y/N."

Y/N: "oh really? Who's gonna make me"

Harry: "That's it!" He jumps toward her and lifts her in his arms, carrying her upstairs

Y/N: "Oh my lord, HARRY! PUT ME DOWN!" She said laughing.

Harry: "I said you should rest and REST you will, woman!" He said in a very superhero like voice.

And all you could hear after that were giggles and laughter, and they knew they were okay.

[jj-lynn21]

Snow in Hollywood Chapter 3

@tephi101​ @sweet-teekorbs​ warnings:  flirting,  hot tub scene, teasing brothers, intimacy interruptions, naked Skarsgards, angst, makeover madness

Chapter 3

The day moves along into the evening and Bill makes cheeseburgers and French fries for dinner. Soon it is time to put the little ones to bed. Kolbjorn fell asleep at the dinner table after eating his French fries but it takes 4 stories to convince Ossian to go to sleep. You help clean up the dishes from dinner. Valter has gone off to meet up with his girlfriend.

Bill says, “You want to chill in the hot tub?”

You say, “well um…”

Bill said, “A tank top and panties is fine if you are uncomfortable. I know its more of a big thing in the States to be naked in front of people and if it would make you more comfortable, I’ll wear shorts.”

You say, “Yeah we do have our hang-ups.” You giggle saying, “I can just take this skirt off and I’m ready to go in the tub.”

Bill says, “Cool, I have boxers on so I can take everything off but them for you Princess.”

The way he looks at you while he says that makes you blush. Then you both head out to the pool and hot tub. You take off your skirt and throw it over a lounge chair. Then you watch him get undressed admiring his slim body in the light of the half moon and few lights around the pool. He helps you into the hot tub. The water is hot but not to hot. Steam rolls off it. Bill gets into the hot tub and relaxes with his head back. You move over closer to him laying back on his arm, so he pulls you a little closer. He looks at you.

Bill says, “I think you are going to have a fun day tomorrow.”

You say, “Yeah.”

You seem frozen looking at each other for a moment before he leans in. You close your eyes as you hold your breath a little.

Alex says, “Hey little brother.”

Bill says, “Fuck.”

Gustaf says, “Its been a long day. We will join you two.”

They take off all their cloths and jump in the hot tub. Your eyes are wide.

Alex says, “So, how was your day Princess. My brother hasn’t been being all creepy has he.”

Beat red you say, “No, he hasn’t. He is taking me to a Ball this weekend.”

Gustaf says, “I’m not sure that is a good idea. You keep a watch out for any one out of the ordinary.”

Alex and Bill look at him and in unison say, ‘How can you tell if anyone is out of the ordinary in Hollywood?”

Grumbling Gustaf says, “Just be careful with her Bill. If anything, ever happened to her our Dad would kill us.”

Alex says, “Maybe we should all go to that Ball.”

Bill says, “And maybe not.”

You laugh a little.

Alex says, “I’d be happy to take you to find a dress tomorrow Princess.”

Bill says, “I made her an appointment with Fairy Godmother tomorrow. Then an afternoon at the spa. I was hoping one of you had the time off tomorrow and Friday to watch the little ones.”

Alex says, “Sure thing little brother.”

You get out of the hot tub and Bill quickly follows to wrap a towel around you. He rest his hands on you your shoulders.

You say, “I should get some sleep for tomorrow. I must be there at four in the morning. What time do we have to leave, Bill?”

Bill said, “Three thirty should be fine even if we hit traffic. Its right at the bottom of the hill.”

You head inside.

Bill says, “I’m heading to bed to. You guys have fun.”

Alex says, “Not the same bed. Give the girl some space.”

You can still hear them and blush badly.

Bill says, “Shut up asshole, of course not.”

Teasing a little more as Bill walks into the house Gustaf says, “Hope we didn’t interrupt. Oh, Hell I know we did and I’m fine with that.”

Alex and Gustaf laugh hysterically. Bill catches up to you. He throws you his t-shirt for you to put on to be warm. He leans on the door.

Bill says, “Sorry about them. They can be idiots sometimes.”

As you scoot passed him with his shirt and get clean under garments you say, “Yeah, I know guys can be like that.”

You go into the bathroom with your things. He stands at the closed door.

Bill says, “Good night Princess. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He walks towards his room with his head down as you come out in his t-shirt. It’s a perfect night shirt on you.

You say, “Good night Bill. I’ll see you in the morning.”

A small smile crosses his face as he goes into his room and shuts the door. You go to your room. Snuggling into the extra-large t-shirt you fall asleep.

In just under six hours you hear Bill’s softly trying to wake you.

Bill says, “Princess its time to wake up. We have a half hour before we have to leave.”

You jump up hearing you have such little time. A guy can easily get ready in half an hour but you have to shower and figure out what to wear and do your make-up and…. Bill sees you rushing around like a chicken with its head cut off.

Bill says, “All you need is a shower and throw on some pants and a shirt. We won’t be late I promise.”

You grab yellow shorts and a royal blue button up sweater and run into the bathroom to shower. You brush your hair out and put it in a ponytail since that is the quickest thing you can do. You are out in the livingroom within twenty-five minutes. You put on a baseball cap you see on the table but hide your face. You don’t wear much make-up, but you like to hide the imperfections you think you have.

As you head to the door you say, “Don’t look at me.”

Chuckling as he grabs his keys Bill says, “Ok, but you will always look beautiful to me. You probably look your best without any make-up at all.”

You need coffee and you’re angry he didn’t wake you sooner. He opens the car door for you to get inside. You have your arms crossed. You snap at Bill when he gets in the car.

You say, “Look at me. I’m hideous and I want coffee. I never go anywhere in the morning without make-up and especially without first having coffee.”

Bill says, “I got it Princess. What kind of coffee would you like? Do you want some food also?”

Bill is on his phone as he calmly tries to get you everything you want.

You say, “Carmel latte and a chocolate chip croissant.”

Bill says, “No problem. Your make-up and hair will be the first thing they do this morning. “

He starts the car driving to the appointment.

You say, “Oh, I guess that’s cool.”

You take a deep breath to calm down. You know he is just doing his best. He did set up this whole day for you. When you go into the shop you are both greeted with coffee. Bill is taken one way for a last fitting of his suit and you are taken the other direction. Everyone fawns over you as one lady twists your hair up out of the way and puts some basic make-up on you. You feel much better after that.

You get measured when they stand you on a small stage. Then a myriad of dresses are brought into the room in every color and style imaginable.

A shorter guy with bleach blond hair enters the room with a clip board in hand.

He says, “You look beautiful Princess. You will be easy to fit. I will find you the perfect dress for tomorrow night. Just call me your Fairy Godmother. Now what are some of your favorite colors?”

You say, “I like to wear red, blue and yellow mostly, but I’m open to whatever you think will look best.”

He says, “Absolutely no yellow. The critics will crush you for that color and it does nothing for Billy. We are here to make you look fabulous to complement his completely dopey sexy man thang. He is yummy, isn’t he.”

You blush as you say, “Yes, I guess he is um yummy.”

He says, “Your so shy. I love it. Oh, I know he’s going to want to eat you up when we are done. Of course, he won’t see this creation until tomorrow night but boy are we going to blow his mind.”

You giggle as you watch your Fairy Godmother go through the dresses on every rack throwing a bunch on the floor as his helpers come to grab them to take them to the back. They are obviously the no pile. He finally turns to you.

He says, “I think we can work with one of these. You ready to play twenty-seven dresses but with more like fifty?”

You say, “Bring it on. I love trying on cloths.”

He says, “That’s good because we are going to be here awhile.” He snaps his fingers and says, “Bring her a Evian or do you like Fuji water better Princess?”

You say, “Either one is fine.”

He says, “With that meekness someone is going to bring you tap water.”

You say, “Fuji water is what I want while I try on all these dresses.”

He says, “That’s the way to do it girl. Now I have mostly short dresses for you. We can also make them shorter to fit your frame. I think you will look best in ruby red but also I have some blue to see if they bring out those gorgeous eyes more.”

His assistants help you try on each dress. He looks at you from all directs. they pin things when they are told. You turn around when you are told. Sometimes a breast pops out. Sometimes the dress just isn’t comfortable and you say so. Your Fairy Godmother keeps shaking his head no, even though there have already been a few you really like. Its way more work than you expected, and you ask for another fuji water. They bring it to you quickly.  Eventually he raises his hands.

He says, “Stop, I think we found it. The perfect dress. I knew red was your color. How do you like it?”

You say, “I love it. Its comfortable to wear. And I love how the skirt twirls up a bit when I spin. “

He says, “now for shoes Princess. How high of heel can you walk in without falling. Your man is very tall. We don’t want it to look like he is dating a little girl and you easily look like a teenager.”

Giggling you say, “I can wear six-inch wedge heels but I’m not comfortable with stilettos.”

He says, “Oh, sweetheart he didn’t hire you to go with him so we are definitely staying away from anything that would insinuate you are a girl for hire. Give me a minute. I will go find you the perfect wedge heels to go with that amazing dress. We only need to shorten it up three inches, so it is exactly six inches above your knees.”

His associates start pinning the bottom of the dress while he goes to the back for your shoes. You drink your water as you try to stand as still as possible. You rather not be pricked by a stray pin. He comes back with three pairs of wedge heels. One is red glitter that match the dress perfectly. The other is silver glittery that matches the material of the dress. The third is shiny but not glittery. They are red with a royal blue flower that has a little yellow in the center. He holds those up first.

He said, “I thought you might love these. A dash of yellow and blue to match your eyes is fine I say. To Hell with the vultures.”

You say, “I love them!”

He says, “Good the rest of these are a bit gaudy anyway. Sit, sit so I can put them on you and see your strut.”

You sit down and he puts them on you. The strap fits perfectly on your ankle. They don’t feel to big or to small. They feel and look perfect. You get up. After walking a few steps you spin.”

He screams with delight as he says,” You will truly be the Princess of this Ball. You just need one more thing from me.”

He opens a few drawers and shovels things round before he pulls out a lace mask. He put it on you.

He says, “Look in the mirror Princess.”

You look in the mirror and grin.

He says, “You don’t remove this all night and it will drive him crazy until you do. Now, I am sorry, but I must fix that dress overnight, so I need it back. I will go check on your love while my assistants help you get yourself back into that cute shorts outfit you were wearing when you came in today. I don’t care what the fashion police say, yellow looks fabulous on you.”

He leaves the room. His assistants help you get out of the mask, shoes and dress and put them all together on a hanger with a bag attached and mark it with the name “Snow Princess”. You are way happier than when you got there. You walk out and Bill is standing there rubbing his neck, picking invisible lint off his shirt and rubbing his hands together. He sees you are happy and smiles. You run over to him and he picks you up and swings you around before putting you down,

Chuckling Bill says, “So, it went well.”

You say, “It was amazing. I tried on about fifty dresses.”

Escorting you out to the car Bill says, “But you found one you liked.”

You say, “I found a dress you will love.”

He says, “I wasn’t planning on wearing a dress but cool.”

You laugh as you get in the car. He goes around and gets in to drive.

Bill says, “A trip to the spa is next.”

Without telling him detail about what you will be wearing you go on and on about your experience. He just smiles. He pulls up to the doors of the spa and a valet is there to park the car. Bill gets out, hands the valet his keys and goes around to open your door. He kisses the top of your hand as he helps you out and you swear you see a flash of light like a camera go off before he rushes you inside.

Bill says, “Sorry about the pictures. Sometime the paparazzi figure out where I am going and just take my picture. They might have just got your hand. I shielded you enough so no one will see your face. I know we can’t let your Stepmother figure out you are here.”

You say, “Yes, that would be bad.”

Bill says, “We will leave through the secret exit when we are done. I don’t what to take any chances with you.”

The two of you walk in and several attendants come over to greet you. You are taken to two separate rooms again. They have you strip and just put on a white rob. Then you meet up with Bill again in a room with two tables. The low-lit room has some light piano music playing and smells like jasmine and vanilla. Bill unwraps his rob and lays on the table. You do the same on the other table.

Yawning Bill says, “They will let us rest here for a while before our message so if you are tired go ahead and nap.”

You say, “Ok, I could use a little nap.”

You both drift off for about an hour before you feel warm oil on your back. You keep your eyes shut as you get a soft gentle message over your whole body.

Your masseuse leans down when he whispers, “when you are ready, I can take you to the other room for a facial and mani-pedi.”

You open your eyes as you lift your head and look over to Bill. He seems passed out. Steaming rocks are laying all over the back of his body. Just a towel barely covers his ass. You get up slowly and your masseuse helps you put your robe back on and tie it in the front. When you sit in the chair for your facial another person offers you a bottled water before he gets started. You take a few sips and then he lays you back and message your face. He rubs some thick gritty lotion on your face and puts a warm towel over it.

He says, “This just needs to set a few minutes Princess. Can you breathe?”

You nod yes. The music is relaxing so time seems to pass quickly or maybe you dozed off again. After he rinses your face, he puts some light make up on you. When you look in the mirror your face looks brighter than it ever has been. Another person comes over to you.

She says, “Hi Princess. I will be doing your mani-pedi. We can do your pedicure first so you can have some lunch. We can get you anything you would like.”

You glance around for Bill as you follow her over to the pedicure station. You see him relaxing as he gets a facial. It makes you feel better when you see him close by.

You say, “I’ll take a Pink drink and a Tomato and Mozzarella sandwich from Starbucks please.”

She nods and gives your order to an assistant who runs out the door. As your feet are soaking, she is back with your lunch. By that time Bill is sitting next you and the assistant runs to get his lunch.

You say, “Did you have a nice nap Bill.”

Chuckling he says, “Yeah, how about you?”

You say, “Yeah, this is very nice.”

Bill says, “Yeah, it’s cool to come here before I go to an event or if I just feel stressed.”

He reaches over to hold your hand. Your meal sits on a small table beside you, so you take a few sips and eat slowly. Then its time for your manicure. You slowly let go of Bill’s hand as you are led away from him again.  You explain to them what your shoes look like so your nails will match. You don’t want them to long but a little over lay with red color and blue flowers with yellow middles would be great. They do just that without making it look to gaudy. You watch Bill get a manicure with clear polish. He patiently waits for you when he is done. When you are done you head back home.

In the car Bill says, “Your nails look great. I can’t wait to see the dress that goes with them.”

You say, “I can’t wait to show you the dress that goes with them.”

You walk to the door hand in hand looking at each other smiling. He takes both of your hands as you stand at the door.

You say, “Thank you for all we did today.”

Bill says, “Your welcome Princess. I’d do anything to see that pretty smile on your face.”

This just makes you smile bigger. He pulls you in closer. You wrap your arms around his neck as you look into his eyes. He leans down. You close your eyes really wanting to kiss him at this moment. Its about as perfect as it can be. Alex opens the door.

Alex say, “They made it home. I made spaghetti and meatballs for dinner.”

Even though you didn’t even kiss him you rush in a little embarrassed you were caught in an intimate moment. You head to the restroom to wash up.

Under his breath Bill says, “Fuck you Alex.”

Gustaf says, “We have to protect the Princess’ virtue.”

Sam says. “I think someone could use some alone time in their room before they get to backed up. You know that’s not medically safe.”

All the guys are laughing when you come out of the bathroom. Even the kids are laughing even though they have no idea what they are laughing about. Bill has a dopey pouty look on his face. You put your hand on his back and he jumps.

You say, “You alright?”

Gustaf says, “Oh, he’s just a little blue.”

They all laugh again.

You say, “Ok, boys enough for now. Let’s have a nice dinner.”

Alex, Sam, Gustaf and Valter say, “Yes, Princess.”

The kids follow suit and say, “Yes, Princess.”

Bill goes to wash up before dinner. You sit down.

Gustaf says, “We should start without him. It might take him awhile.”

You give him a stern look.

Gustaf says, “Sorry Princess.”

But everyone starts to eat including you. Eventually Bill comes out to join the family feasting. Everyone is to busy eating to say anything else. You excuse yourself when you are done. Exhausted from your day you just want to get some sleep, so you are ready for whatever this ball has in store for you. You know you will eventually get time alone with Bill tomorrow to get that first you hope of many kisses and more. 

[rabbitcruiser]

National Fried Chicken Day 

Make your own, or gather your friends and family around a big bucket of your favorite fried chicken and indulge in the greasy, meaty, tasty goodness.

The bird gets the spotlight on National Fried Chicken Day, and stomachs are rumbling already. Move over vegetarians, there’s a deep-fried chicken leg and breast coming this way!

Learn about National Fried Chicken Day

Fried chicken, otherwise known as Southern fried chicken, is a dish that features different chicken pieces that have been coated in a seasoned batter. After which, they are either pressure fried, deep-fried, or pan-fried. The breading creates a crisp crust or coating to the exterior of the meat while ensuring the juices are kept inside. Broiler chickens are most commonly used.

There is no denying that fried chicken is one of the best and most popular types of comfort food enjoyed all around the world. It may be greasy, but it is indulgent and very tasty! Today, we are able to enjoy this dish for a very cheap price, and it does not matter where in the world you go, you will be able to enjoy fried chicken on the menu! However, this was not always the case. In fact, fried chicken was deemed an expensive delicacy until the Second World War. However, thanks to mass production techniques, this is no longer the case! Phew!

There are a number of reasons why we all love National Fried Chicken Day. Of course, the main reason is that we have the perfect excuse to eat as much fried chicken as we want and we don’t have to feel guilty about it! It is also a dish whereby your manners can go out of the window.

There is no need to use a knife and fork when you are tucking into fried chicken! You can also get many different varieties of fried chicken to select from today. This includes everything from extra crispy to spicy fried chicken. Friend chicken can also be cooked in many different varieties of oil. This includes peanut oil, lard, vegetable shortening, and much more!

There are a lot of different variants of fried chicken that have been released. This includes hot chicken, which is common in the Tennessee area of Nashville. This is a variant that is pan-fried and is coated with a cayenne pepper and lard paste. Popcorn chicken has also become very popular. This can also be referred to as chicken bits. These are small, ball-shaped pieces of boneless chicken. They are battered and fried, resulting in a dish that looks like popcorn, hence the name! Or, what about Barberton chicken? This was created by immigrants from Serbia in Barberton, Ohio. the dish is now very popular throughout the state and it is sometimes called Serbian Fried Chicken.

Another reason why it is important to pay tribute on National Fried Chicken Day is that this dish had very humble beginnings. In fact, it acted as a way of empowering slaves. They were able to make their own independent flow of money by selling it. As chickens were the only animals that slaves were allowed to own and raise, this dish became very popular before the Civil War broke out.

History of National Fried Chicken Day

In order to really understand the history of this day, we need to understand the history of fried chicken. A lot of people are surprised to learn that this is a type of food that can be dated as far back as Roman Times. This is because there was a recipe for deep-fried chicken in Apicius, which was a Roman cookbook from the 4th century. The dish was called Pullum Frontonianum.

In terms of the expression “fried chicken” itself, this has been traced back to the 1830s. You will see this term used regularly throughout the cookbooks that were released in America during the 1860as and the 1870s. In the southern states of the United States, this dish can be traced back to precedents in West African and Scottish cuisine.

The fried chicken from West Africa involved the chicken being seasoned, battered, and then cooked in palm oil. The Scottish version involved the chicken being cooked in fat, however, it was not seasoned. As mentioned earlier, it was also a way for segregated and enslaved people to make money independently.

National Fried Chicken Day has been observed yearly for quite some time now. On this day, fried chicken is prepared and cooked in a number of different ways. Some fried chicken restaurants will have promotions running on this date. This includes the likes of KFC and Church’s Chicken. We have also seen that this date is celebrated across the world now as well.

For example, in Australia, in 2018, KFC gave people the chance to win free fried chicken for an entire year. In order to enter the contest, you were required to make a post on social media that stated the different reasons why you deserved to be the winner of this tasty prize! The person who won the prize was a 19-year-old who got the KFC logo tattooed on her foot. Her friend did the same as well, so let’s hope they shared the fried chicken!

How to celebrate National Fried Chicken Day

There are a lot of different ways that you can celebrate National Fried Chicken Day. Of course, heading to your favorite fried chicken restaurant is the perfect way to ensure that this day is a success. You can grab some of your friends and loved ones and tuck into your favorite bucket of chicken.

If you are feeling a little bit adventurous and you want to make sure that you enjoy the best of the best, you need to be the chef of the kitchen! Why not have a go at creating your own friend chicken creation? There are lots of great recipes on the Internet today, so you can easily find one to follow!

To add more pizzazz to the day, coat the legendary southern food in spices and yell “Yeehaw!” Cover the chicken with a mixture of cayenne pepper, garlic powder and paprika to put the spring back in the step. A little hot sauce? Sure, let’s go all out! Serve the mouth-watering fried food with chicken gravy to up the yum-factor even more.

Pair the succulent bird with waffles for a classic combo. Or, why not make chicken the star of the show and add a tasty side dish? Lip-smacking sides include buttermilk biscuits, cold potato salad or coleslaw. With fried chicken on the plate, the taste is sure to taste clucking good!

You could become everyone’s favorite person on National Fried Chicken Day by treating your co-workers to some fried chicken. All you need to do is order a few family-sized buckets and you will put a big smile on everyone’s face. This is definitely the best way to give your chances of being Employee of the Month a boost!

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[sohannabarberaesque]

What Super Snooper and Blabbermouse weren't quite expecting @ the Minnesota State Fair:

SUPER SNOOPER, checking through a guide to "on-a-stick" eateries at the fair: Who would have believed, Blab, that you've got 99 "on-a-stick" options here at the Minnesota State Fair, 22 of them for hot dogs alone!

BLABBERMOUSE, trying to make things clear: And just so you know, those Pronto Pups have a flour batter while Poncho Dogs and Jumbo Dogs have cornmeal batters ... meanwhile, what exactly did you have in mind?

SUPER SNOOPER: Blab, I thinks it beholds me to get the "real deal", otherwise known as a corn dog, made with nothing less than real cornmeal batter! And I understands there's one place which uses cracked field corn in its cornmeal batter--

BLABBERMOUSE: Which, I assume, would be worth the try, Snoop?

[Meanwhile, a run-in with no less than--]

WALLY GATOR, inevitably bound to be peeved: I assume you're aware of a certain place, Cajun Bob's by name, that sells deep-fried alligator on a stick ... no doubt an insult to my species, don't you know...

SUPER SNOOPER: Thanks kindly for the advice, uh--

WALLY GATOR: No less than Wally Gator, swingin' alligator of the swamp ... who's bound myself to try a few of those "on-a-stick" goodes they keep talking about here, don't you know ... well, whadd'ya know, deep-fried candy bars on a stick! Battered Milky Way bars, here I come!!

SUPER SNOOPER, chuckling: That's Wally Gator for yous, Blab--always something of a laugh riot when you least expect it, even when it comes to on-a-stick foods! [To BLABBERMOUSE:] Uh, let's see, Blab ... let's see what else is up on the "on-a-stick" menu ... grilled salmon, grilled shrimp, tater-tot hot dish on--[dumbfounded] TATER-TOT HOT DISH ON A STICK? Blab, don't tell me things have gotten weirder and weirder on the stick!

PETER POTAMUS, just passing along and himself chowing down on a Minnekabob with a side of deep-fried olives "on a stick": You ain't seen the half of the weirdness in foods on a stick!

SUPER SNOOPER: Uh, Peter Potamus, before you bloviate into your Hippo Hurricane Holler act, you might like to know where Wally Gator was going to try some deep-fried candy bars on a stick!

PETER POTAMUS, dumbfounded: You mean they actually have deep-fried candy bars on a stick?!! Tell me what else is weird in that department!

BLABBERMOUSE: Some other stuff you can find on a stick here includes grilled chicken breast, grilled pork chops, falafel, marinated vegetables, gyros ...

SUPER SNOOPER: Even balls of pizza dough as are, uh, baked and served with dipping sauce ... frozen iced coffee bars ... pierogies ... Rice Kristie bars ... cheesecake--

PETER POTAMUS: I heard a rumour that you can get key lime pie on-a-stick here, too!

BLABBERMOUSE: You are so correct there!

PETER POTAMUS: And macaroni-and-cheese on a stick?

SUPER SNOOPER: That is, uh, correct. Not to mention Chinese egg rolls, Vietnamese egg rolls, Scotch egg--

PETER POTAMUS: Now what exactly is this "Scotch egg"?

SUPER SNOOPER: It's, uh, a hard-boiled egg rolled up in sausage and breadcrumbs, like, and then deep-fried.

PETER POTAMUS: Rather intriguing ... and I hear they've also got deep-fried pickles, mashed potatoes--

BLABBERMOUSE: Not to mention deep-fried chocolate chip cookie dough on a stick--

PETER POTAMUS, dumbfounded at the revelations: I just have to wonder if I still have any Tums left ... [Makes a run to the nearest stand for bottled water, sensing that all this talk about deep-fried food made him thirsty ... and in the process, our detective duo decides to head for Famous French Fries to have a modest little cup between them ...]

SUPER SNOOPER, going through another finger's worth of French fries: Sometimes, Blab, this "on-a-stick" food kick ain't easy to get over ... and besides, isn't it better to have something more rational for once in the foods arena on occasion at the fair?

BLABBERMOUSE, fingers soaked in ketchup as much as the oil from the fries: You couldn't have said better, Snoop ... do you think one of those Juicy Lucys ought be in order?

SUPER SNOOPER: Blab? And ruin our jackets with the grease spewing from one of those things?

[Meanwhile, "just passing by"--]

NORVILLE "SHAGGY" ROGERS, taking stock of the scene: Like, Scoob, things at the Fair couldn't get more interesting than what I just ran into--Super Snooper and Blabbermouse having French fries and taking stock of the scene.

SCOOBY-DOO: Rooper Rnooper? Rabberrouse? Really?

"SHAGGY": Scoob ... how about some fruit-on-a-stick?

[thenamesseven]

Warnings: Some vanilla smut.

The apartment was empty, both of the guys were practising until late tonight and you had the luxury of having the whole place for just you and only you. It wasn't that the guys bothered you but it was nice to spend some time without needy Jackson and grumpy Jaebum. They were so different, so alike that living with the two of them was a difficult task until you got in bed, that was were both guys agreed and enjoyed your activities as much as you did.

You had prepared a nice bath for yourself. Surrounded by hot water, bubbles and some candles you were just laying there with your eyes closed enjoying the calm and relaxing music playing in the background. Your eyes closed and your head tilted back against the cold tile of the bath, your hands lazily resting on the edge. You liked taking care of your body and almost twice or once a month you managed to find enough time to take baths like this one so most of the stress of your work would go away.

However, 30 minutes later -more or less- you heard the sound of the door being opened, closed and then keys being thrown onto the table at the entrance. "(Y/N)?" Jackson's voice was low enough for you to not hear in case you were taking a nap but loud enough for you to hear it in case you were awake. Jackson was really considerate with you, he liked spoiling you with lots of attention and love, maybe it was because he really had feelings for you, different than the kind of feelings you had with Jae.

"Im in the bathroom" You replied not even opening your eyes.

Mere minutes later you heard the bathroom door being opened, some cold air got into the bathroom making you shiver and your skin turn into a bunch of goosebumps all over your body. You heard the soft rustling of Jackson's clothes as he probably was now leaning against the door frame watching you with a smirk.

"You look like you are in some kind of Heaven" Jackson chuckled at your relaxed expression "Or maybe I am because kitten, you look like a goddess" He manage to make your cheeks red with such silly yet cheesy line.

You opened you eyes to look at him, biting your lip as you laughed "That was horrible" He winked at you laughing, walking into the bathroom and crouching down besides the bath.

"You loved it, you wouldn't be blushing if you didn't" He said with a toothy smile, showing you those perfect teeths he had.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, the feeling of his soft and plump lips flooding your stomach with a warm sensation, another different kind of relaxation. As always Jackson smiled through it, his nose instantly rubbing gently against yours when your lips broke appart in slow motion, almost as if he didn't want to move away but it was obvious he didn't want to bother your relaxing ritual either.

You were in a relationship with fire and water. Jackson was the fire, he had so much passion that poured on you that it burned. His slow kisses, gentle caress and sweet words made you hot, he didn't need to be rough or sexual to make your knees go weak. Jaebum though, was like a huge tsunami ready to crash onto you without any warnings.

"Make room in there for me" He said with a small smirk. You groaned a little, complainning, you were feeling too lazy today to get some action from any of the guys. "I just want to have a bath too man! It's been really stressing at practise today, you know" He whined.

You couldn't help but stare as he took of his clothes. Taking your sweet time to roll your eyes down his muscular body, his skin looking slightly bright under the dim lights due to his sweat. The way his muscles bulge whenever he made little strength to took off his clothes made you bit your lip, you just lived with two most sexy men in Korea. When he turned around and caught hou staring, Jackson smirked "Like what you see, kitten?" He asked standing by the bath tub, waiting for you to move. Moving your butt foward, you made enough space for him to sit down behind you and Jackson -being the big, cuddling teddy bear he is- quickly wrapped his arms around your body, pulling you back against him. Your head rested against his broad chest, his lips leaving gentle and small kisses on your head as his thumbs did lazy circles on your naked tummy. You could feel Jackson's semi hard member poking against the lower region of your back but he didn't try anything sexual with you.

"Where's Jae?" You asked playing with some bubbles absentmindendly.

"He had to stay at the studio for a bit longer to work on aome lyrics with Jinyoung-hyung. JB told me to come home so you wouldn't be alone" Jackson explained with a soft smile.

Jaebum's way of showing you his affection was way more different than they way Jackson did. When you were with him it was mostly rough sex or naughty teasing, something that would drive both of you incredibly crazy with lust. Deep kisses, biting harshly and being called names were things you tend to relate with Jaebum but then, he would do this little things, just small details that weren't easy to notice that would show you he didn't considered you as just a sex toy. He would always be there to silently comfort you after a stressing day, he would "casually" cook your favorite dishes just to surprise you, he would cuddle you at night when he felt you shiver. He wasn't like Jackson with the slow and passionate kisses, the compliments and warm hugs but Jaebum was definitely charming in his own way.

"He will have to stay there for the whole night?" You asked kind of shocked, looking up at him. Jaebum tend to overwork himself and you couldn't help but worry a little.

"Nah but he'll definitely come back really late" Jackson lowered his head, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he let out a soft sigh "You know the comeback is getting closer and the leader is the one that has to work harder but don't worry, he'll definitely survive" He then proceeded to whine like a small child craving for attention "What about me though? You're not worried?" He nuzzled his head against your neck, his nose caressing your soft skin.

Your response was chuckle a little at his words, how could such a masculine and big man turn into a fluffy and needy ball so quickly? You moved up one of your hands to run your fingers through his hair, turning your head to press your lips against his temple. A bright smile made his way up to his lips as soon as you turned your undivided attention towards him "Of course I am worried about my baby" You said pouting, feeling Jackson's embrance tighten around your body. Resting your hands on his, your thumbs started drawing little circles on his skin feeling his body relax behind yours "How about we make some fried chicken for dinner, mhm? And then we can cuddle in bed, you look really tired" He hummed in agreement as you leaned in to press your lips against his, engaging yourself in another warm but gentle kiss.

"Feel like ordering some fried chicken? We can cuddle in bed after dinner since you're tired" You asked quietly, playing with his hair.

"You've just made me the happiest man in the world" Jackson whispered pecking your forehead.

Laughing a little at his words you simply leaned back down further against his body, closing your eyes to simply focus on the way his hands rubbed your body under the water or the way his chest slowly and calmly moved up and down with each breath. Jackson's hands would sometime wander to your innee thighs or the spot below your breasts, at first you thought he was trying to tease you but the you noticed he wasn't insinuating anything with his gentle touch. He talked about his day without stopping his caressing while he left random kisses on your head, neck and shoulder. You two also made a little contest of who could crack the most silly jokes and obviously Jackson ended up winning, he was too good at that.

The both of you got out of the bath when the water turned cold. Jackson was the first one to move out of the bath tub and quickly handed you a towel before wrapping another one around his waist, it wasn't like you two hadn't seen each other naked but Jackson liked to give you that kind of privacy.

"Im going to get dressed and order the chicken okay? I'll be waiting for you on the couch" He leaned down to kiss your lips again, shortly this time and leaving you wanting more but unfortunately for you, Jackson left the bathroom before you could complain about it.

By the time you were done in the bathroom witb your routine (hydrating your body with lotions, brushing and drying off your hair, cleaning your face and putting some comfy clothes, which were your panties and an oversize hoodie) you finally joined Jackson who was sitting on the couch, eagerly waiting for you to start eating the steamy fried chicken.

He was just wearing some grey sweatpants and a white shirt, his usual yet simple attire to go to bed. As soon as he saw you walking into the living room, Jackson opened his arms for you and you -being the attention seeker you are- don't hesitate about hugging him. He pulls you onto his lap smiling, pressing his lips against yours gently as his hand moves up on your bare thighs, his finger tips sometimes caressing your panties but nothing too teasing.

"Let's eat before it gets cold, kitten" He whispered pecking your lips one last time before setting you down on the couch next to him.

Dinner was quiet. You had left some chicken inside the microwave for Jaebum to eat when he got home meanwhile you and Jackson just sat next to each other on the couch, watching the news and commenting random things as you ate. You noticed Jackson's talking became slower and kind of slurred sometimes as if he was drunk, his eyelids falling down unconciously, he was truly struggling to eat the last piece of chicken on his plate.

Laughing you took the food away from his hand and stood up, gently pulling him up "Let's get you to bed, come on" You whispered, wrapping one of his arms around your neck and placing one of your arms around his waist.

Somehow you managed to make it into the bedroom and undo the bed with a tired yet sleepy Jackson holding onto you, making you support half of his weight. Once he laid down you copied his movements and occupied the empty space besides him in bed. Jackson moved you closer to him, making your back press against his chest while his hand played with the hem of your shirt. You knew what he was doing, it didn't take you too much time to recognised the change of the atmosphere as soon as you got in bed with him.

Jackson's hand, the one on your tummy, soon moved down and into your panties, not even waiting for your permission before he started rubbing the small bundle of nerves that made you gasp in pleasure whenever he or Jaebum touched it. Even though his movements were slightly slower than usual and it all felt a bit too lazy, Jackson managed to make you slightly wet before he slipped his first finger inside of you.

"Jackson..." You groaned a little. He was so tired that he could literally fall asleep on you in the middle of your sex activities, couldn't he just rest and wait till tomorrow?

"I'll be quick kitten, please?" He begged moaning, his voice getting husky. He sounded really turned on, you could feel his hard member teasing your ass from behind. He left random pecks on your neck, his breathing getting slightly irregular when you moaned as he slid another finger inside of you "Just some lazy sex, I know you want this as much as I do" He pulled you closer to him, his embrance being stronger "Turn around kitten, I want to see your face"

Obediently, you turned around in his arms submitting to his lowkey dominance over you. As soon as your eyes met his, Jackson leaned in to get into another steamy make out session, he was eager to be inside of you, it felt like his life depended on it. You could feel it in his desesperate movements, hungry kisses and rougher caresses. Jackson didn't waste any more time and pulled down your underwear along with his sweatpants and boxers, making the clothes fall down on the floor.

"Come here" He whispered shakily, placing one of your legs on his waist so his hips could get between your legs "God kitten you're so wet and I haven't even touched you" Jackson buried his face against your neck as you wrapped your arms around his body. He teasingly slid the tip of his member inside your wet entrance, making you groan in bliss and him in frustration. He didn't even give you time to adjust to the feeling like he always did, Jackson simply thrusted his whole length inside of you in a single thrust. He moaned against your neck, leaving wet and sloppy kisses right when he started moving his hip, his member stretching your inner walls and giving him the pleasure of hearing your moans. "God you feel so good...You're so tight baby...Yes..."

You closed you eyes when he oulled you even closer, your chest pressed against his and lips attached to each other's neck when Jackson replied to your silent pleads for him to move slightly harder against you. "Yes" You would whisper out satisfied, making him speed up his thrust. He just groaned, letting you know he was enjoying this as much as you and that even though he would love to make love to you all night long, he wouldn't last too much tonight. "Faster Jackson" You whispered against his ear, nibbling his earlobe.

"(Y/N)" The way he moaned your name made you clench your inner walls, squeezing his cock which cause him to moan louder "Open your eyes kitten" He ordered and you quickly, without any hesitations did it "I want to see your face when you come undone"

There weren't any more words talked in the room, the only sounds that could be heard were moans, heavy breathing and the clapping sound your bodies have started to make when Jackson sped up, chasing both of your releases. Like that, staring into each other's eyes, saying unspoken words to each other Jackson and you reached your orgasm at the same time, your body becoming slightly numb after such an amazing ecstasis, his drainning all the energy he had left.

Holding onto you like if you were his only chance to live, Jackson left little kisses on your face, his lips caressing your temple, nose, cheeks and lips "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" Jackson asked with a soft chuckle.

You laughed in return, pecking his lips "Have I ever told you how much I love you too?" You asked mocking his question, making him laugh.

"Mhmm I think so, too many times though" He replied cheerfully, kissing your lips again.

Jackson and you got into a comfy position, having some pillow talk before he gave up on staying up and fell asleep. Laying there in his arks you couldn't help but to admire the way his face looked so peaceful and relaxed, a small smile on his lips while you play with his hair.

However, you couldn't help but feel slightly uncomfortable laying there when Jaebum was working his ass off in a cold studio. Making a decision you got up from bed without waking Jackson up, pulled up your clothes and headed to the living room to wait there for him.

It was almost as if you had sense he really had a shitty day.

[josephsphynx38]

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[luane-horlis]

Ok so, what we are making this evening is Balsamic Chicken Caprese, aka The Best Shit I’ve Made In My Life. This recipe is something I found easily online, so feel free to ignore this cuz it ain’t like I’m posting something monumental. Please excuse how bad some of my pictures are, my phone is a piece of shit.

Ingredients: - chicken parts of your preferred type. I usually use boneless, skinless breasts. The recipe as I printed it calls for skinless, bone-in thighs. Use whichever segment of the chicken is your favorite.  - cherry tomatoes, as much as you want. I used one pint. - 1/3 cup balsamic vinegar - 2 1/2 tbsp brown sugar - 2 tbsp minced garlic - 1 ball of mozzarella or Italian cheese of your choice - I use a pre-sliced ball of mozz for ease. - 1 tsp dried basil* - 1 tsp dried oregano* - salt and pepper to taste - fresh basil, amount of your choice *you can substitute the basil and oregano with an Italian seasoning mix if you need to

We begin: Firstly, this recipe calls for a pan that can go from stovetop to oven, so a cast iron skillet or something similar. I have a cast iron dutch oven that I use. However, if you don’t have something like this you can start off in a non-stick pan and move to a glass casserole dish or other oven safe dish. Preheat your oven to 400 degrees F.

If you’re using chicken with skin-on, I recommend browning that shit a bit in a hot, oiled pan on the stovetop. Get the outside nice and crispy with a touch of oil, then remove. Since I didn’t use skin-on chicken, I can jump to the next step. Season the chicken with the basil and oregano (or Italian seasoning) and salt and pepper to taste.

If you browned the chicken, drain your pan til you have about a tablespoon worth of oil or chicken fat left. If you didn’t brown, add some oil til you reach said tablespoon. Add the minced garlic and fry til that shit smells good.

Don’t step away too long - I almost burnt this shit because I was too busy taking pictures of the next step. Once you’ve got some nicely browned and fried garlic, add the 1/3 cup of balsamic vinegar and the brown sugar.

Again, don’t step away too long or this might burn. Bring it to a simmer and stir semi-often, until it thickens into a nice glaze. Once the vinegar darkens and the texture turns kind of goopy, you’re there.

Turn off the burner and remove your pan from the heat. If you’re using a not oven safe pan, pour the glaze from whatever you’re using into the oven safe dish. Either way, once the glaze is in whatever you’re gonna bake your chicken in, slap those chicken parts in and give it a toss in the glaze to coat it. You might need to use a spoon to ensure your chicken is nicely coated. Rinse the cherry tomatoes (and pick out the rotting ones that have cropped up because you planned on making this dish much earlier in the week but Things Happened) and dump them into the pan, giving them a toss to coat as well.

Stick that bih into your well preheated 400 degree F oven and set a timer for 15 minutes. Now is a prime time to open another beer, as I did. Tonight’s drink of choice is Brooklyn Bel Air Sour, which wasn’t actually that sour but was pleasantly fruity. Be sure to use your favorite shark bottle opener. 

When 15 minutes is up, flip the chicken and re-coat it and the tomatoes with the glaze in the bottom of the pan. Resist the urge to eat because this shit be smelling fan-fucking-tastic at this point. You don’t want to risk the salmonellas. Here’s now mine was after 15 minutes.

Place back in the oven for 15 more minutes. Select the tv show/movie/video you will watch while you gorge yourself. Suffer while you smell the deliciousness. Oh shi- 15 minutes is up! Take out your pan and flip the chicken again, and baste again, if you want. I do this purely because it makes me feel like I’m cooking a fancier meal than I am.

Oh yeah, look at that shit. Nicely browned, a deep black sauce. Now is a good time to use a meat thermometer - stick it in the thickest piece of chicken to make sure you’ve hit 165 degrees F i.e. the chicken is safe to eat temp. You should be there by now, but if not continue baking in 5 minute intervals until you are. Next, cover each piece of chicken with slices of your chosen cheese, as I said I used a pre-sliced mozzarella ball. I shop at walmart, so I certainly hope you can find something similar at your local grocer.

Put this back into the oven for 5 minutes, and while it bakes get your fresh basil and prepare to chiffonade that shit. A chiffonade is when you make a little bundle of herbs and slice it into strips. Take the basil leaves and roll them together, I try to put the biggest leaf on the bottom to make a herb burrito. 

Roll that little herb burrito up tightly, take a sharp knife, and cut it into thinnish strips, like so. Only do this really close to serving. The bruising caused by chopping up the basil is what we’re aiming for - optimal flavor release.

Now, I fuckin love basil. I think it is delicious. I think I used 2/3rds of this pile of basil while my partner used 1/3rd, and we each only ate a single piece of chicken. You slice up as much or little as you want. I grow my own basil specifically to make this dish, but I’ve also found it in the produce area at walmart. To me the basil is a big draw of this recipe but I’m sure if you don’t really like it, you can leave it off entirely. By now our cheese should be well melted.

Oh yeah, look at that sweet, sexy bitch. To finish it off, turn your oven to broil to caramelize that cheese. Now I have to stress before you do this: go pee, kiss your pookie, pause the movie that might distract you, return that text; your full attention must be available because the single second you’re distracted the cheese will go from nicely bubbly and toasted to burnt as fuck in no time flat. Seriously, stay in the kitchen. Check it every 30 seconds. I used this time to prep the veggie we’d be eating as a side, which is up to you. We made cheesy broccoli, just because it was what we had in the freezer.

Oh, I also took the time to pour a tasty beverage from a local cidery into our favorite pint glasses. It’s all about the pairings, fam. Oh shit, don’t forget to keep an eye on that-

Ugggghhhh look, look at those perfect, toasted bubbles. This bitch is ready. Be careful because it’s also screaming hot. Plate yourself a piece of delicious chicken and make sure to take some tomatoes and spoon out the delicious balsamic glaze. Be sure to top it with your desired amount of basil.

Final step: garnish with fresh basil (if you so choose) and inhale that sweet, sweet deliciousness which you have been coveting for the last 40 mins. Please make a side dish to go with it tho, this is entirely protein and won’t stick with you long without some carbs or a veggie. 

That is the end of my very favorite recipe. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I always do! I’d literally eat this until I died without ever getting sick of it. 

If you want more of that delicious balsamic gaze for serving: simply combine another 2 1/2 tbsp brown sugar with 1/3 cup balsamic vinegar in a hot pan until you reach the goopy stage, and congrat, you made some more glaze.

Now please excuse me, I need to go be a full, fat blob on the couch.

[secret-rendezvous1d]

Uni Harry turning up at Y/Ns dorm room with takeout after her telling him that she’s really struggling with her essay and him helping her and spending the night at her room for the first time x

The smell of Chinese food follows him up the stairs of her dormitory building, his boots scuffing across the blue and bland looking carpet that lined the corridor, a jumper thick and heavy on his torso, but comfy and cosy with the crisp air outside that bit at his exposed skin, greeting her fellow house-mates and friends with a quick ‘hello’ and a wave with his free hand before he approaches her room and wracks a knuckle against the wood. He can hear a heavy groan from the other side, the scuffle of paper being pushed aside and the scrape of her chair as she pushed away from beneath her desk, seconds away from being told to leave. Her appearance standing in the doorway, dressed in a stainer sweater with the print of their university emblazoned on the breast and a pair of fleece shorts that brought a chill to his spine; not because he loved how revealing they were, but because it was bitter and cold and the mere sight of her in summer clothing made him want to wrap her up tightly and warmly beneath a blanket.

“I figured you didn’t want to eat Jimmy’s burnt hot-dogs and fried onions, again, so I brought us some Chinese food,” he gives her a sheepish smile, an ‘oi’ from Jimmy trailing in from the kitchen area that made him snicker beneath his breath, “I know you’re havin’ a few problems and strugglin’ with the essay we’ve been set and I know food is never the answer to a question on Shakespeare but, do you fancy having a date in here tonight?”

“What did you order?”

“Our usual order, I hope. Kung Po chicken and rice for the both of us, those prawn crackers that I hate but you love, uhm, some of that gravy you like to dip the crackers into and some chips because I felt like mixing things up tonight,” he smiles, a breath of relief washing through his parted lips as she welcomed him inside her room with a grin, closing the door behind her. “When was the last time you went outside?”

She shrugs and falls back against her mattress, her back thankful for the comfort after sitting at her desk all afternoon, legs kicking up in the air before they fell to the floor with a thud. Her eyes darting across to her tiny kitchen space and watching him as he went about dishing up two plates full of food that made her stomach rumble with hunger. Her mouth watering at the sight and the smell that filled the room.

“Figured I could help you with your essay. I’m halfway through mine so I could share some tips and pointers, if you want me to? Everyone in my building has gone out for the night. S’Frida, innit. Clubs are full of the Manchester women on Fridays and I’m pretty sure I heard one of them say that he’d probably bring one back so, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to stay here for as long as possible so I don’t need to see him balls deep in a women twice his age,” he shudders at the thought and a giggle erupts from her throat, his head whipping round to look at her, “honestly, it’s bad enough being next door to him. He’s forever wanking or watching porn. Always has his hands down his pants when we’re not in any classes. You wonder why I don’t take you back there when they’re home? It’s to save your poor eyes from that sight.”

“You could just stay the night, uh, yeah, you know, you can stay here for the night,” she places a palm against her bed and taps her fingers against the cream duvet, “it’s cold outside, you don’t want to go back to your building at gone one in the morning, and I’ve missed you, too.”

“You saw me at lunch, you muppet.”

“That was almost 5 hours ago. That’s too long,” she stands to her feet and shuffles across the floor, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his jumper-clad shoulder, “I’ve never seen you wear a knitted jumper before. Is this what I get for winter now? A cosy boyfriend?”

He closes the lid of the empty takeaway container and places it back into the empty bag, humming softly in agreement before spinning on his heels and wrapping his own arms around her, pulling her tightly into a hug and squeezing her against his chest.

“I’ll take you up on the offer to stay the night, yeah? Get plenty of cuddles in, loads’a kisses because I don’t think I’ve properly kissed you today. I will apologise in advance if my feet get cold. S’always happening,” he presses his lips to her forehead before pulling away, “come on. Let’s get some food in yeh. Sounds like a concert venue in your belly.” xx