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rockingbytheseaside · 3 months

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Hiii I really love the one with the harbingers where reader calls them words of endearment from their homeland, can you do one where reader cooks for them food from their homeland? pantalone's part was so cute <33

✦ You cook them their favorite home meal, based on their homeland

(Or trying to guess what food the not-yet-playable characters might like based on their region, culture, or language. )

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

✧ It is to no one’s surprise that Pierro, the Director of the Fatui, would easily drop everything to grant your needs. Just blink and the world’s spoils are at your feet, bestowed by your beloved. Expensive clothing, jewelry, art pieces, weaponry, or lavish dishes. With his money and status, plus being a connoisseur of the ancient lores of Teyvat, The Jester can easily acquire anything you require on a silver platter.

But this time, it was you who tried to gift him something on a silver platter.

On an unsuspecting day, Pierro returned home only to be greeted with a strong scent of baked goods. The smell wafted all around the living quarters, warm and sugary. Glancing curiously, the Jester marched to the kitchen, where he found you grumbling to yourself. You stood with your oven mittens, a tray of voluptuous Kanelbullar presented in front of him; some were cut as you tried to take an analytical bite of the cinnamon rolls.

“Trying your hands at familiar recipes, my cherished?” - The man asked with a welcoming glance while you mulled and judged the taste of your cooked goods.

“Ah, Pierro, you’re right on time. Here, try this one for me. Does it resemble traditional cinnamon rolls?”

When the Jester took a bite, even his icy eye widened for a moment. A wave of nostalgia and warmth lanced his memories, ones he thought were long forgotten. The cinnamon rolls you baked were not the average confectionaries one could easily purchase, as the taste resembled traditional Khaenri’ahn Kanelbullar. A simple treat that all children and adults used to enjoy in their free time.

“Well…? Oh no, don’t tell me it’s that bad?” - you awaited his response, but Pierro quickly shook his head.

“It’s rich and potent in taste, but not too sugary. Just like the ones in our Homeland… I didn’t think replicating such intricacies was possible. What did you add this time?”

Your eyes light up. Finally, some progress. “Really? I’ve been mulling over it for hours, I thought my taste pallet was going numb. I tried to find any local ingredients that might add the flavor of saffron and cardamon.”

“Like the golden Saffron…? They were a local specialty back in Khaenri’ah. Although some variants exist in Teyvat’s soil, they are not used as cooking ingredients here.” - Pierro pondered, amazed at your ability to combine other local spices to imitate the taste of the past.

As both of you mulled over how to achieve the most accurate results for these traditional Cinnamon Rolls, half of the tray was already gone.

“Although now that I think about it, my divine, I don’t think it would be an issue to send an expedition to obtain that rare spice for you. Especially if the result is such exquisite home pastry.”

✧ In this house, Il Capitano is the master chef. The man is proficient in the art of survival, thus, his skills in outdoor cooking are especially shown. From simple meat and vegetables, the Captain can come up with the best meat skewers you ever ate. Not to mention the topic of sustenance and growth is intertwined with a good diet. A man his size and capabilities puts immense care into outdoor survival and health.

But even a strong Captain deserves some spoiling for his hard work.

After a wearying day spent honing the skills of his Fatui troops, a group of soldiers that will prepare for an upcoming expedition, Il Capitano was greeted with a surprise visit from you. You arrived right on time for their break, and as always, the Fatui soldiers couldn't help but eavesdrop on the Harbinger’s exchange with his beloved…

“I brought you your meal for today, Bife de chorizo. You need lots of protein.”

“Thank you.” - The Captain stood obediently, holding the lunchbox you brought.

“With Pico de Gallo and avocados. I also put some almonds and walnuts as a snack.”

“I understand.”

“You are preparing for another important expedition. You must take care of your body after such intensive training, Cappy.”

“You are right, you are right.”

“And I don’t want to see anything left from the lunch boxes. Make sure to eat all of it, okay?”

“Understood!”

It sure was a sight. One would think the Harbinger was the student as he stood nodding vehemently while you scolded him. With one hand on your hip, you gave him an earful as you checked up on him, generously providing him a full-course meal neatly packed in a mealbox.

The Fatui soldiers were slightly jealous. Even they could easily tell that behind that pitch-black helmet, Il Capitano was absolutely joyous to have his beloved visit him and provide such mouthwatering nourishment.

✧ Today, you were ready to tackle and kill Il Dottore. Why? Because that man barged into your kitchen and confidently announced himself as the culinarian for today’s dinner. A simple and kind gesture, right? You would rather starve than have The Doctor implode your kitchen again.

“Stop exaggerating as if I let your Serenitea Pot house crumble. It was just a little fire.” - Dottore defended himself, watching closely as you made him stand back from the stove.

“I had to replace the whole walls, Zandik!”

The two of you stood in the kitchen, with the Harbinger peeking from behind your shoulders as you claimed dominion over the frying pan. The whole day, he was made watching you prepare Sumeru Kibbeh meatballs, since the last time he decided to dabble in the art of cooking, your house was put at stake.

He was a scholar, not a chef, unfortunately. But The Doctor is not ashamed to admit his impatience and lack of skill in the kitchen. Hence, he helped you as much as he could while you diligently taught him how Kibbeh is properly made. He remained silent but pleasantly subservient. The sight of your sleeves raised, hands tactfully molding the Kibbeh was oddly amiable. Especially when your face was so focused on the task, he couldn’t help but stare.

Yet every time you fried the meatballs and set them aside on a pan lined with paper towels to drain, a sneaky hand would try to steal some. You’d slap his hand away.

“Nope. Hands off! Wait till dinner”

“They’ll end up being consumed anyway. I’ll just have a small tas-”

Slap!

And it continued for a long while, all the way to the end once you finished cooking. When the two of you finally sat down and began eating, Dottore would often remain silent. You were too busy relishing the dish, unaware of the Harbinger’s appreciation for your home-cooked meal. Sustenance is just a waste of time that the human body must go through to gain its energy. But it’s not the same when he is sitting with you casually, the warm afternoon sunlight wrapping the dining table, and the warm food steaming with an appetizing aroma.

For him, eating with you was different. It was simple, but it was home.

✧ Scaramouche may huff and scoff all he wants, but when it comes to appraising your Unagi Chazuke, no master can compete with you. Perhaps because he is a puppet, but Scaramouche has a delicate pallet. He despises strong flavors and always preferred simpler dishes, to appreciate the unique flavor of a singular ingredient. He would never admit it vocally, but he would often crave your chazukes, and it was easily written on his grumbling face.

“Come on, just say it.”

The Balladeer lamented.

“Say it. My home cooking is the best, and you just want me to cook for you today.”

“...I won’t. I don’t have use in consuming any human meals.” - he mumbled in response, arms crossed. You sighed and with a wide smile, you turned away.

“Oh well. Guess you don’t want any, huh…? And here I thought I could prepare your favorite Unagi Chazuke today. But I guess it’s foolish-”

“No, Wait-!” - The Harbinger wished to bite his tongue but it was too late. He already called out to you in a moment of weakness, and your goofy grin only widened with his desperation.

He gave up. With reluctant embarrassment, the Balladeer admitted your victory - “If you may… Can you prepare another one of your signature Chazuke? Please.”

And that’s how you two ended up by the dinner table. You couldn’t just deny him after such a heartfelt request. You prepared the unagi meat and rice diligently, showing him how to prepare green tea to add mild bitterness to the salted rice. Topping off with some dried Nori leaves, and sesame - two bows of Unagi Chazuke were ready and looking artistically grandiose.

Light and sublime, that’s what Scaramouche thought. A true definition of soul food, as he held his bowl and chopsticks close. A rare but sincere smile would always grace his features whenever he ate your cooking, but he of course would conceal it by clearing his throat.

“Hm, okay fine. Maybe your cooking is adequate after all. Especially when you don’t make it too sweet.”

You’d laugh at his reaction. At the end of the day, it was you who taught him how to cook what later would become his signature dish, even if his identity as a Harbinger was wiped away.

✧ Being the richest man in Teyvat like Pantalone means dealing with lots of bureaucracies and business. Sometimes, after a prolonged day in the office, the sight of stacked papers becomes dreadful and negotiations with the Snezhnayan elites may go fruitless. Thus, The Regrator would often slum by his desk, removing his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose and sigh in exhaustion.

Now what would the richest man in Teyvat do to relax after a bad day at work? Go to the most expensive five-star restaurant? Perhaps purchase a fancy drink that costs more than his subordinates' monthly salary? No. He would head straight back home, where he knows you are awaiting him with open arms.

A single look at him and you would know he is fatigued. Leaning up to embrace him, you plant a tender kiss on his cheek - “How about I make us a quick snack, hm? You can go and take a shower in the meantime.”

Pantalone would try to conjure up a faint smile and nod. As he winds down for the day, subconsciously he knows your home cooking is like a balm to his soul. No matter how many exquisite restaurants he tried, he’d easily sacrifice all of them for a bite-full of your culinary.

And here you are, merrily handing him his childhood favorite - Mora Meat Roujiamo. A simple meat sandwich, but a staple street food in Liyue’s culture. That’s all the Harbinger desires after a tough day at work, as he gobbles the sandwich wrapped with a paper towel.

“Made your favorites. I added some extra meat since I know you like it juicy.” - you gave Pantalone soothing pats on the back as he ate up.

“You’re a lifesaver, honey. You would not believe how frustrating work has been today,”

Pantalone would rant and confide in you about his work. He would rather do that than delve into the nostalgic feeling that Mora Meat sandwiches gave him. It was indeed his childhood favorite. Yet it also reminded him how in the distant past, when food or money was scarce, starvation and desperation were his only companions as a lowly child. Thus, on better days when he acquired some change just to purchase simple Mora Meat - these sandwiches felt like a king’s feast.

Such an unadorned dish, but one that brought warmth and sustenance to a starved child, telling him that everything would be okay. Today, this starved child is the richest man in Snezhnayan. Nevertheless, he still relished these sandwiches from your hands like divine wealth, telling himself once more that everything would be okay.

✧ Tartaglia was bedbound for some while, bandaged heavily after a massive battle he faced during one of his missions. The young Harbinger would never tell his family where his scars hail from, except for you and his father maybe. But after an earful of scolding, you took care of your reckless boyfriend and sighed.

“You made me worried, you know. I don’t want to see you move a muscle around the house these days, are we clear? You must recover first.”

“Y-yes, captain.” - Childe chuckled humorously, suppressing the soreness his cuts provided around his body. “It’s just… there is only one remedy that could save a fallen soldier like me.”

“Hm? What is it? Do you need something, Ajax?”

“Please, dear… come closer.” - he said with a pained expression.

You did so he could whisper to you what he wanted. Your concern was only heightened, oblivious that his dramatic words were playing you - “The secret to my healing… is…”

“Yes?” - you leaned even closer.

“... Some yummy food.”

You blinked at him, and Tartaglia immediately gained a comically “passed out” expression on his face, as if your cooking were his last death wish. You let him plop to the pillow and gritted your teeth - “Why you little-...! Ugh, you’re lucky I am worried about you. You just want me to pamper you.”

“Oh, come on, is that such an unrealistic request? You told me not to move a muscle and I would receive your scolding no matter what. Please, sweetheart, just anything you would like - cook it and I would happily gobble it up!”

You crossed your arms. You hate to admit it, but his puppy eyes were working effectively and if his appetite was returning, that means he is on a good path of recovery anyway.

“Fine… I’ll make something nutritious and easy for your stomach.”

Tartaglia's eyes lightened up in an instant. He was a simple man - if you cooked him something, he would drop on his knees for you instantly. That day, you pondered whether you’d make him some Piroshki or Borscht, but he needed something light. His health was your priority, after all. Even though Childe fancied himself a master at concealing his painful whinces, you are no fool. You always notice them.

Thus, your beloved was presented with Ukha fish soup. A warm bowl with fresh herbs, imported calla lily, and nutritious fish.

“Easy now, I know you like Calla Lily Seafood Soup, since you often had it in Liyue… So I decided to go with the local version of it. Now make sure to eat all of it, or you won’t feel better.”

Like an obedient child, Ajax felt pampered and delighted. Lunch by the bed? His sweetheart feeding him? The injuries were worth it as he happily ate the Ukha fish soup.

“If getting injured makes me taste food more worthy than the gods themselves, maybe I should get wounded more often, haha- Ow!”

Your response was another fistful nudge to his shoulder.

Kanelbullar - in Swedish, Cinnamon Rolls Bife de chorizo - in Spanish, Argentinian beef cut Pico de Gallo - in Spanish, Mexican salsa/dip Kibbeh - in Arabic, bulgur parcel stuffed with minced meat filling (in Genshin, they just called it meatballs lol) Chazuke - in Japanese, green tea poured over a rice meal (Scara's signature dish) Mora Meat - had to look this one up, apparently Genshin is referencing RouJiaMo (肉夹馍) meaning “meat in a bun". Ukha fish soup - in Russian, also known as fisherman’s soup. Childe’s signature Calla Lily Seafood Soup is probably a variation made with Gēng found in Chinese cuisine. But there is a Slavic variation that reminded me of his signature dish.

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suntoru · 1 year

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ “YOU… CAN’T WALK?” *ੈ✩‧₊˚

summary: after a night of… suspicious activities, you find that your body is rendered useless!! how does your boyfriend react??

feat. diluc ragnvindr, kaeya alberich, childe, kazuha kaedehara, scaramouche, xiao, ayato, al-haitham, kaveh

a/n: blue balled </3

warnings: heavily suggestive however no explicit smut, minors get tf out /lh <33, innuendos, fluff, mentions of “girlie” in childe’s, basically after aftercare

─ ✰ DILUC is highkey embarrassed about not being able to resist his urges, so much so that you’re in pain because of him. he apologizes profusely and is so guilty that he hurt you 😭😭 you’ll have to reassure him that you’re alright, but that you just need some extra help getting around today or for the next week. he’ll be your majestic horse for as long as you need him to. need to go to the bathroom? he’ll carry you to and from, waiting for you to be done outside of the door. hungry? he’s already got adelinde cooking something up for you. thirsty? he just bought thirty different flavours of herbal tea. he treats all the love bites he’s given you and iced the bruises on your legs, looking up for your reaction each time. a friend of yours asked why your legs were so shaky and you couldn’t walk, and his face exploded into a bright shade of red, making it obvious that your… nighttime activities were the cause.

─ ✰ KAEYA’S your knight in shining armour, although sometimes you may want to smack his head. oh, he’ll help you alright, but at the cost of your dignity. he’s carrying you bridal-style in his arms, which may sound wholesome, but the things he’s whispering in your ear are clearly not. turning bright red, you nuzzle your head further in his chest to prevent him from looking at you. cute. he chuckles at your reaction, pressing a soft kiss to your head before gently placing you in the bath. the warm water helps your muscles relax more, easing up the tension from your legs. you sigh in relief, sinking further into the bathtub as he scrubs the soap out of your hair. you shiver when he blows over your hickeys, deliberately trying to rile you up. this time, you won’t give him what he wants, though. you flip over on your side, turning away from him with what little self-respect you have left. but it all leaves your body when he leans in closer. “easy there princess, being a brat is what got you here in the first place.”

─ ✰ CHILDE, quite like his name suggests, is a literal child. you thought kaeya was bad? well, this giant man baby wants you to flaunt off your hickeys and bruises to the whole world, he wants everyone to know you’re his and his alone. his teasing is x10000 times stronger than normal, he has no basic decency 💀💀 will make you ask for his help to inflate his ego, at this point just get up and leave </3 when you try to angrily glare at him, it comes off as more of a sad pout, so he caves and scoops you up in his arms like a kid. “aww, is my favourite baby coochie coo girlie okay? don’t worry, daddy’s here-” please smack the living shit out of him, if you don’t he’ll continue to baby and coo at you for the rest of the day. don’t even try to complain to him about the marks, he’ll just add more until he’s satisfied 😬 oh, and one last piece of advice? don’t let him see you in his shirt unless you’re looking to get wrecked (again), he’ll go absolutely feral.

─ ✰ KAZUHA, let’s be real, would be so soft and loving that you wouldn’t have any bruises and i stand this with my life 😤 but for the purpose of the plot, let’s pretend he did. out of everyone, he’s the most delicate with you. he’s so gentle and careful carrying you like you could break at any moment, whispering one of his poems quietly and humming underneath his breath. if you’re hungry, he makes his specialty dish, spoon feeds you everything, even tipping the water cup up so you can drink from it. he gives you so much love and reassurance it makes your heart absolutely melt 🥺🥺 he kisses each mark he made on your body, whispering “beautiful” each time :,) a tear slips by your eye, never has anyone treated you with such care before him. he wipes it away and pulls you close, making sure not to hurt you accidentally, and utters endless sweet nothings. in his eyes, you are a perfect creation, and he can’t thank the heavens enough that you are his. his muse, his love, forever <3.

─ ✰ SCARAMOUCHE, this bitch, thinks you’re being dramatic when you say in a scratchy voice that you can’t walk. he tells you to just get over it, and when you get pissed and try to walk away from him, your legs fail you and you brace yourself for the impact, but it never comes. his arms are hooked above yours, effectively saving you from crashing down and causing further damage. you angrily yank your arm back, telling him to leave, but he only pulls you up closer into his arms. he wraps your legs around his hips as he holds your waist, cursing something under his breath. he places you onto the couch as you turn away from him in a huff. “are you just going to ignore me?” silence. “fine. be like that then.” silence again. “…i’m …sorry. i didn’t mean it.” you turn back around, and he’s squatting on the ground with his head twisted so you can’t see his face. he moves away quickly, flustered by your gaze, and leaves the room for a minute. when he comes back, he’s holding some warm tea for your throat. needless to say, he pampers you for the rest of the day.

─ ✰ XIAO thinks you’re seriously ill when you almost tumble out of bed and land smack dab on the floor. you’ll have to explain to him why your legs aren’t exactly working, and when he does… flustered beyond relief. when he takes a closer look at you, he notices your body is full of love marks and bruises around your thighs. in the moment, he may have forgotten how fragile humans could be. he thinks he’s broken you, and he’s genuinely concerned for you 💀 you might have to direct him on how to help you, but once he gets the hang of it, he’ll do the best he can. unlike how he wields his spear, he’s delicate and graceful. he might be rough around the edges, but he’s trying, and you don’t have the heart to tell him that you don’t need him to carry you for the rest of your life, not when he cocks his head and looks at you questioningly when you don’t climb on his back. as an apology for temporarily immobilizing you, he brings you a qingxing flower and shares his almond tofu with you. honestly, what more could you ask for 😻?

─ ✰ AYATO is actual husband material <33 he’s already prepared for this for some reason 🤨 as soon as you wake up, any punishments you may have received have been treated and wrapped up carefully. a fresh pitcher of water is there for you, and by the looks of it, a bath is running. but none of it interests you if ayato isn’t there with you. carefully, with the help of thoma, you are able to wobble to the room ayato is in, concentrated on his paperwork. hobbling towards him, he pushes his chair back so you can sit on his lap. pressing a kiss to your cheek, he brushes the hair out of your face, “darling, you should be resting. i ran a bath for you, is everything okay? are you sore anywhere?” “can you come join me? please?” you beg, putting on the cutest pout you can manage. “if you can wait ten minutes until i’m done.” internally, you sigh, but you patiently sit on his lap and wait until he’s finished. ah, but don’t worry, the reward is definitely worth it. he kneads through all the sore spots, applies all your skincare, and changes your clothes. later, you do matching face masks 💗

─ ✰ AL-HAITHAM was probably prepared for this, he read hundreds of books about human reproduction 💀 he notes all the side effects you seem to have: a scratchy throat, unstable legs, exhaustion… he saves it for the next time you have… physical activities. he remembers an article he read on how to take care of your significant other after intercourse, and follows that. he makes homemade soup to soothe your throat, which he watches over you as you drink. he also forces you to take naps, he’ll read “the control politicians have over our daily lives” just to make you fall asleep. he’ll get your groceries, take out your trash, and do your work so you can focus on relaxing, all with a stoic face. if anyone asks him where you are, he’ll just give an obvious lie with a straight face 💀💀 “y/n is out collecting a census right now.” “but they told me they were sick?” normally his lies are flawless, but when it’s about you… his mind doesn’t function properly. but if you absolutely need to get somewhere, you’re going to have to ask him. last time, he locked kaveh out of the dorm for 48 hours for helping you get a book from the library because he fell asleep 💀

─ ✰ KAVEH’S face is the first thing you see when you wake up. jumpscare warning sir he’s hovering over you, observing your face. immediately after he sees that you are awake comes the barrage of questions. “my love, are you all right? i wasn’t too rough, was i?” he’s such a simp i could never see him being rough he dramatically gasps when he sees your shaky legs, pretending to be shocked, but he’s slightly happy that this means you’ll have to cling onto him for the whole day. but oh my, both of you still have work!! whatever shall you do? it seems like the only solution is for him to take you everywhere… he proudly parades you around the akademiya, much to the embarrassment of you. but there’s nothing you can really do, not when you can’t run away, so you bury your head in his back to avoid the judging gazes of the other scholars. kaveh shoots a smug grin to an uncaring al haitham, who probably knows and heard everything from last night💀💀

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babeyun · 4 months

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falling alone ✩ l.hs [teaser]

✩ series m.list

✩ synopsis: cold cases were heeseung’s specialty, and he cracked every single one. cold hearts were your specialty, and you have yet to make a single chip in your husband’s.

✩ genre: established relationship au | hurt-comfort

✩ pairing: lieutenant!lhs x housewife!reader

✩ word count: 2k | [full fic: tbd]

✩ rating: 18+. minors dni.

✩ warnings: mentions of disappearances. some slightly suggestive themes between husband!hee & wife!reader (nothing explicit), uhhh that's it for now i think!

friday, 9:23pm.

"late night?"

your voice has always been a comfort to him.

the way you cooked dinner every night, the way you washed his hair for him, the way you laid in bed with him – it was all comforting. your soft eyes, eyes that had never seen an inch of a crime scene. your gentle hands, hands that would never cock a gun and aim to kill.

you were home to him, and he hated that he couldn't leave his work at the precinct. he always brought it with him, anywhere he went...anywhere you were.

"not really. caught a session with dr. bahng. i'm sorry about dinner." he loosens his tie, trying to ignore the way your eyes follow his fingers. he takes his wedding ring off for work – insisting it snags on the gloves when gathering evidence, that he never wanted to sully it with such grime. "how was your night?"

your sigh may be inward, but his eyes catch everything. every frustrated twitch of your brows, the way your nose crinkles at the half-assed apology. your eyes linger on the linoleum floor, and he fights the urge to pull you into his arms. he fights the urge to show any weakness to your feelings, because he can't let go of work. he has to be strong, he has to be coarse, he has to be cold.

"it was...fine." you wave him off, moving to take the full plates off the table. only then does heeseung notice that you're still in your jeans, your white top neatly tucked into them. your feet are clad in fresh socks, almost as if you were about to go out when he arrived. his eyes scan you as you move around, pulling his tie completely off and bunching it into his pocket. "are you going out with your friends?"

you don't reply as you scrape the cold food into the trash can, and he focuses on the sound of your bracelet lightly clinking with the handle of the fork. your shoulders sag, soft curls of your hair sweeping over your face as you move to place the dishes in the sink. he sighs, before his legs move him behind you. "why are you upset, honey?" "i'm not, i'm not upset." you scoff, turning the tap to hot when you feel heeseung's hands ghost over your waist. you knew better than to attempt to hide anything from him, especially with the way his brain was literally trained to analyze your every movement. his lips press softly to your cheek as his fingers untuck your top, "i know you better than that."

you're silent as his fingertips trace the soft skin of your stomach, his chin resting on your shoulder. he's going to wait until you decide you want to talk, despite knowing it will be the same argument you have every single week.

the same argument that always ends up unresolved as you kiss in your bed, sheets tangled between your bodies. it's enough to hold off on actually talking about it, it's enough to semi-satisfy the lack of attention you got from him during the week. it wasn't enough to feed his unvoiced, almost insatiable hunger for you, and how he wished he could just douse you in his love and affection until the sun rose. it wasn't nearly enough, because he'd still have to pry himself from the comfort of your warm embrace to step foot in the precinct and inhale the stench of evil in the world.

he felt awful, really. that he could never truly show you how much he loved you, how emotionally constipated his job made him...how his sessions with dr. bahng were no longer of much help. "leave work at work, lieutenant. you have the love of your life waiting for you at home." he had it memorized at this point.

"it's always the same thing, don't worry about it." you turn the tap off, feeling the guilt about wasting water seeping into your stomach. you weren't going to wash the dishes, you knew you weren't. you just wanted to lay down in bed with your husband, basking in the few minutes of attention he'd be able to give you before falling asleep. "baby."

you wince at the pet name, one so foreign on his lips. one you so rarely heard, long lost in your college memories. you grimace as you turn in his hold, his hands now resting on your hips. "don't baby me, heeseung."

"don't heeseung me, y/n. i know something is bothering you, and whether it's tonight, tomorrow, or next week – i'm not letting you go to bed like this." he looks at you through tousled locks, his eyes speaking for him. just talk to me.

you shake your head in subtle disbelief, attempting to push past him when he pins you against the counter gently. "let me go, heeseung."

"not until you tell me what's going on." his voice is harsh, one he also rarely uses with you. heeseung was always gentle, soft-spoken. "i've been at work all day, dealing with shit i can barely stomach. i just want to come home and spend time with you. what's wrong?" he's starting to whine, and it does nothing but make your heart ache and your eyes sting with tears.

"i just want to spend time with you, without having to beg for it." you breathe out, squeezing your eyes shut to avoid his gaze. "you remember everything, hee. i know you had to remember that tonight is date night." sighing, you peel your eyes open to a guilty husband watching you with his own tired ones.

"i'm sorry, honey. it really did slip my mind. let me...let me take a shower and we can go have a night on the town, okay?" he starts to walk away, fingers pulling at the buttons of his shirt when you clear your throat. "it's fine, heeseung. let's just go to bed." "no, let me fix this. we haven't had dinner, and we haven't spent time together in weeks." he slips his dress shirt off as he leaves your line of vision, and you just slump against the counter. he was right, and you hated that you knew he was. heeseung was always this way, though, shouldn't you be used to it by now?

yes, he was gentle and soft-spoken, with a touch of dirty humor and thoughtfulness that always made your heart race a little faster. your relationship was built on a lot of comfort and deep talks, ones that usually involved you unraveling yourself entirely just to get a taste of his own secrets. the two of you had met in college, about three days after the disappearance of his childhood best friend, cha soyoung.

heeseung was even more cold and stoic then, and wasn't interested in so much as even befriending you. he didn't really speak, which according to hs friends, was unnatural. they wound up being close friends of yours as well, thanks to park sunghoon. the seven of them also ended up working at the same precinct.

"heeseung talks...a lot. not as much as jay, but he's just going through a hard time right now." sunghoon had said as he sipped his drink, carefully chewing the tapioca pearls as the two of you walked. "it's not everyday your best friend of twenty years goes missing, you know?" you had shrugged, not really understanding what it was like. your parents had moved you around a lot as a kid, and it was hard to make friends until they finally settled when you got into your last year of high school. you had met sunghoon there, but only met the rest of your friends through him that following summer – except heeseung. he'd gone home with soyoung for the summer, returning to seoul for the fall semester at decelis university with her and your other friends. you still never spoke, until now.

you and sunghoon were swinging by his dorm to help pass out flyers.

"hey, hoon. y/n." heeseung spoke quietly as he opened the door, his eyes nearly swollen shut from crying for the past three days. your jaw dropped as you looked at his face, not at all recognizing the boy in front of you. sure, you'd only ever seen picures of heeseung but you knew enough to know that this...wasn't him. neither you nor sunghoon spoke as heeseung moved for the two of you to follow him, shutting the door behind you.

"how are you feeling?" sunghoon asked as he trashed his drink, your own now sweating on a coaster on heeseung's coffee table as the man gathered things around his dorm. you stood awkwardly as you swung your backpack onto the couch, opening it for heeseung to slide the flyers in when you saw him shake his head. "i don't feel much, actually."

sunghoon glanced at you, but your legs moved before you could think. you rounded the table to heeseung, who looked at your extended arms and empathetic eyes with cold ones. he'd set down the papers in his hands, fingers splayed across them momentarily before turning back ot you, awkwardly entering your embrace. your fingers easily found the nape of his neck, and his rigid form quickly softened as he breathed shakily into your shoulder.

"m'sorry." he mumbled as you felt a few tears soak through your shirt, and you just shook your head.

sunghoon also wound up wrapping his arms around the two of you. something about the way that heeseung's fingers clawed at your sides, and the way that he sobbed into your shoulder made you wonder how long he'd needed someone. someone to ease the knot in his stomach, someone to help him see that this was something that would be solved and everything would be okay again. someone to help him hop along until soyoung was found, and someone to leave when she inevitably took her place again.

that was six years ago.

you and heeseung began dating a year after that happened, a couple of months after the anniversary of soyoung's disappearance. the police stopped looking, ruling her case as a runaway. you and heeseung never stopped searching – you frequently asked cafe owners if you could pin missing posters on their corkboards, and even went door to door every few evenings asking if anyone had seen soyoung.

heeseung had made it to the side of the law, and often reviewed the case to see if he had missed anything. he never had – you had all hit a dead end. everyone's hope began to dwindle, but heeseung never let that sway him. he even asked the forensics department to make age-progression posters, and they did. you'd pinned those up, too.

he was strong willed, he was diligent, he was determined. you love heeseung, you love the person he is...

...but you hate that he can't leave his work at work. you hate that you get a crumb of his affection every few nights, whether it's his lips pressed against your cheek after dinner or his teeth nipping at your clavicle while hovering above you in bed. you hate that you find yourself longing for him even more than you did in college, despite now having him in the deepest way – as your husband, the person who loves you.

the man who shed a singular tear as he watched you walk down the aisle, the man who supported you when your career wasn't what you expected. the man who endlessly told you he loved you in ways that weren't so evident to the naked eye – like leaving the warm water for you and showering in the ice cold, leaving the last slice of cake for you. rubbing your feet while watching law and order with you on days he didn't work (read: on days you pried him out of the home office.)

heeseung loves you, you know that. you just can't shake the feeling that it won't be for much longer.

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allllium · 2 months

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Master Plan Pt.1

Jason x Reader Fake Dating

~ This is a lot deeper than it was meant to be but the future chapters will be much lighter.

~ Talk of Jason's death. Kinda asshole Bruce.

~ WC: 1,224 [Fluffy friendship, Hurt/Comfort?]

~ You help Jason get everyone off his back

The door in front of your face whips open before you even knock, as if he's been expecting you.

“You're earlier than I thought you'd be.” Jason states as you push your way into his small apartment. All the curtains are shut and all the lights are off. If you didn't know any better you'd think he'd been sleeping.

“Alfred and Bruce are in one of their childish arguments again. No one stays long when Bruce has to cook.” He follows you into his living room, shutting the heavy door and watching you plop down on his couch.

“Definitely not one of his specialties.” You pat the spot on the couch next to you, urging him to sit. Instead, he stands intimidatingly in front of you, his arms crossed in clear annoyment. “Why are you here?”

“Food. Got any?” Jason is one of the best cooks you know, he has always preferred to eat in rather than out and picked up the habit very quickly.

He looks you up and down, not quite believing your answer. “Yeah, let's eat.”

“Let's.” You stand from the couch and head to his kitchen, his apartment is too small for an actual dining room or table.

You both sit at his counter eating in silence. You look around at his bland decor and spend a lot of focus on your food instead of making conversation. You want to talk to him but not offend him. For a while now he's been acting very strange, like somethings been on his mind.

“Are you gonna come to dinner next week?” You decide to finally ask. He hasn't come to one of Bruce's weekly dinners since they started. You get it. Bruce is only holding these dinners every week as a way to try and check in with Jason without actually checking in. They haven't had one proper conversation since Jason died.

“No, I'm good.”

“Can I ask why?” You drop your fork onto your plate and finally focus your gaze towards him.

“You know why.” He keeps his eyes on his food.

“No, I know the version you told everyone to keep them from bugging you about it but not the real one.”

“That is the real one.”

“Jason c'mon. You think I can't tell when you're lying to me.”

“Ever think I'm lying for a reason? I have no interest in talking to you.”

“Don't be a dick. I haven't done anything wrong.” You gather the dishes off the counter and put them in the sink to wash.

“You're here aren't you.”

“Oh is that what I've done wrong? If you want me to leave Jason, grow up and say it.”

You both stay silent, engaging in a tension filled staring contest.

“You want a drink?” He asks. Of course he doesn't want you to leave.

“And chips.” You walk back to the couch. A moment later Jason is at your side, sitting closer than needed. He hands you your chips and drinks, not saying anything.

“You're gonna have to talk eventually.” You start again.

“To you or him?”

“Me. If you don't wanna talk to Bruce that's your own right, but I have actually been trying and I haven't done anything wrong.”

Jason puts on some random comedy movie, the first thing he saw to hopefully put an end to your nagging.

“I haven't asked you to try.”

“You don't have to. You only have so long to act like this before everyone decides it's not worth it.”

“I'm not acting like anything.” Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him roll his eyes.

“You're being an asshole. I get you were hurt, in a way none of us will ever know. But you're never gonna stop feeling like this until you put in the effort.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

“I don't know Jason. Go to dinner, show them that you're okay, leave your house for once, or maybe just open the damn curtains and stop pretending the outside world doesn't exist.”

“Maybe if I hope enough it won't.”

“See that! You really want to live the rest of your life thinking like that? All you have to do is try a little bit and you will get so much better.”

“You don't know that.” He shrugs, still watching the stupid movie he put on.

“I do know that because I know you and I know what you're thinking. You don't want to try because everyone will see it, you're scared you'll fail and everyone will know.”

“I'm not scared of anything.” You burst out laughing. He stares at you, very unamused. “You're not funny.”

“Everyone is scared of something and that's okay. And it's okay to not be okay. No one expects you to be okay right now, they just want to know that eventually you will be. They're not trying to pressure you.”

“I don't want to act okay because they'll see right through it. I don't want to not act okay because I'll never hear the end of it. I just want to be okay.” You smile widely at him finally opening up.

“Hate to break it to you but you can't be yet, gotta get through all the other phases first. But you can be okay in front of them.”

“How would I do that?” He immediately retracts his question when he sees the smirk on your face. He even scoots away from you on the couch. “Whatever it is, no. I'd rather deal with them.”

“We fake date.”

“No, that's a terrible idea and the only reason you want to do that is to see if you can fool them.” You laugh again at how easy he reads your mind.

“Okay that's totally why I wanna do it but..”

“No buts. You get no buts. Don't you remember the last time you had an idea like this?” He exclaims.

You try to remember when that was but nothing comes to mind. “No I don't.”

“Exactly!”

“C'mon Jay, don't you want them off your back? Don't you wanna get better and not worry about them? And most of all don't you wanna trick everyone and prove I'm the smartest?” You half-joke.

“It's nice to see where your loyalties lie.” He holds back his smile.

“Don't lie, you wanna do it too. I know you like the back of my hand.”

“You don't even know the back of your hand.”

“Shut up. That's not the point.”

“Fine. Let's fake date, but when it goes horribly you’ll be the one to blame.”

“No I won't. I'd be the most amazing fake girlfriend ever. You're the one with no skills in this.”

“Who the fuck have you fake dated before” He rubs his hands over his face, already thinking of every way this could go wrong.

“Again not the point. We have to think of a backstory.”

“A backstory? It's not that serious.”

“Oh it definitely is. Bruce we can fool no problem but no way is Alfred or Damien falling for this without any planning.”

“Okay you might be right. Alfred knows everything.” He gets off the couch to grab a piece of paper. On his way back to you, he pauses. “Aren't you worried this might fuck up or friendship?”

“Oh please, nothing could do that.” You laugh.

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bogglecatboxx · 1 year

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platonic!sagau seeing you cry behind the screen (freminet, yaoyao, ningguang, neuvillette, lisa)

notes: inspired by me having a rough day and crying while i farmed mats LOL (also neuvillette’s is mostly my own hc for him, sorry if it’s ooc)

freminet:

panic

probably keeps putting his helmet on. it’s not that he doesn’t want to help, it’s just that he doesn’t know how…

tries extra hard in any fights to try to make things a little easier. this, at least, is one way he can help, even if only a little. his damage output is higher, his cds are shorter, he’s powering through any hits he takes - not enough for you to notice anything odd, but enough to speed up any annoying commissions.

(lyney and lynette might be a little upset at him later for pushing himself too hard - though they understand more when he explains. they would do the same for you, after all.)

if he knows you like pers and who doesn’t, he’ll do his idle animation holding the mechanical penguin more often (hopefully you’re not paying too much attention, though, because you might find it odd that he’s wearing his helmet during the pers idle animation…)

yaoyao:

surprisingly, she’s actually not too worried - even if she doesn’t like seeing you sad, she knows you’re strong enough to pull through whatever it is that’s upsetting you.

but just because you can handle it doesn’t mean she can’t help!

any of her voicelines that you think are cute, you’ll suddenly be hearing much more. (although it is a bit odd to hear her talking about the “silly frogs” when it’s not even raining.)

any cooking you do seems to go much better than usual - not only are you getting specialties first try, but you get high quality dishes without even trying.

(you might also find a few extra qingce household dishes in your inventory.)

ningguang:

she already wishes she could whisk you off to liyue. this is not helping.

whenever she sees you sad, she thinks about how well she could take care of you if you were in teyvat; thinks of the gifts she already has prepared, the spare room she keeps unoccupied just so she’s ready for whenever you decide it’s time to descend. seeing you cry just heightens those feelings.

her voice might sound a bit harsher than normal, but it’s not directed to you - rather, to whatever it is that has upset you.

whenever her idle animations play, she tries to summon brighter, sparklier gems than normal, hoping that the sight will lift your spirits, or at least take your mind off your problems.

if you stop at any shops in liyue, the prices might be mysteriously lower than normal. not by enough for you to notice, but enough to save you at least some trouble - the loss of a few thousand mora is nothing to ningguang, if it can help you even a little.

neuvillette:

hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!

for some reason, when you’re sad, fontaine is always raining…

neuvillette hates seeing you upset. as someone who has spent much time crying himself, he knows what it’s like to suffer in silence - something he would never want for you. he hopes that being with him, even with a barrier inbetween, makes you feel less alone.

he longs to wipe your tears away, but that’s not an option behind the screen, so he’ll settle for smaller ways to cheer you up.

if you go underwater, you might notice more sea creatures than usual; not attacking you or even interacting with you, but just… hovering around, sharing neuvillette’s desire to brighten your spirits.

neuvillette’s voicelines will also sound quieter; not quite a whisper, but definitely softer than normal. it’s not an extreme difference, but he hopes you find his voice comforting.

lisa:

seeing her cutie sad just breaks her heart!

speaking of cutie, you might notice her tacking the nickname onto the end of voicelines that don’t normally have it.

lisa wishes she could rest your head in her lap and read to you - never has she hated the barrier between you so much!

similar to freminet, lisa puts her all into any fights you bring her to. it doesn’t matter if it’s a slime or the fatui, she’s hitting them with enough lightning to completely fry them, trying to wrap up any fights you need to complete as fast as possible so you can relax.

although she wants to spend as much time with you as she can, she knows that she shouldn’t be selfish, and that often sleep is the best medicine for heartache. for once, she’s not just upset when you leave - she’s also hopeful you’ll come back smiling.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #sagau #neuvillette #freminet #yaoyao #ningguang #lisa #boggle writings

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korasonata · 1 year

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Was bored and also procrastinating other things, so have a ranked list of Hermits based on whether I think they can cook or not for funsies. Vibes only.

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Beef: The expert. Is well versed in almost all manners of cooking, and is an extremely skilled chef, particularly with regards to meat dishes, and is a particularly skilled butcher.

TFC: Also up there with Beef, but TFC is also a master of rare ingredients. He’s good at foraging, and he uses ingredients in his cooking that aren’t typically used in just every day life. His techniques may seem a bit primitive, but they are highly effective and his style of cooking might be called simple food made complicated.

Stress: Also a very good cook who puts a lot of emphasis on nutrition. She makes meal plans and prepares a lot of her food at the beginning of the week, and her cooking always makes sure to include a balanced diet. She enjoys cooking and likes to have fun with it. Makes a killer roast chicken.

Impulse: Is surprisingly good at home style cooking. He doesn’t make anything fancy or anything, and his presentation is always a little sloppy, but his food at least tastes good.

Cub: Doesn’t cook much, but when he does he is actually secretly a very good chef. He cooks for himself a lot, but it’s only once in a blue moon that someone else gets to eat his food.

Wels: Is a decent chef, but is incapable of cooking for a single person. He makes way too much food every time and is incapable of portioning, and as such he is the direct inverse of Cub, and he never cooks for himself if he’s alone. Is also very good at desserts.

Ren: Has a bottomless pit of a stomach. Has a big appetite and loves all food and really enjoys big dinner feasts. Is also good with cooking meat specifically. He has a special smoking method that is a real crowd pleaser. Is also good with basic rice bowls and his cooking tastes very homely.

Gem: Is good at treating fish specifically. Also anything involving wild game. Like TFC she is very good at foraging and using ingredients found in the forest. Her cooking is a bit unrefined, but has a very light, refreshing sort of feel to it.

Cleo: An average cook, but is very good at a few specific dishes. (As a side note I’ve actually tried one of Cleo’s recipes that she talked about on stream and it is literally the greatest thing ever, I made it once and people request it all the time)

Joe: Is good at making drinks specifically. He makes a mean margarita and is good at making mixed drinks and cocktails, but otherwise is an average chef with regards to food. Makes very good nachos though.

Doc: Like Cleo, Doc is good at making a few very specific dishes. He makes several German specialties and is also very good at treating vegetables, but outside of these specialties he is rubbish.

Bdubs: Stereotypical grill dad. At least he thinks so. His seasonings consist almost exclusively of basic spices. Meat is the only thing he cooks, but otherwise possesses no real flare for cooking. Despite this, he thinks very highly of his skills, and the food he puts out isn’t bad really, so the Hermits still let him cook every once in a while.

Scar: Scar always tries his absolute best, and his cooking swings wildly from perfection to the most disgusting thing you’ve ever eaten in your life. There is no in between. It’s 50/50 what you’re going to get, but he has fun either way.

Jevin: makes a mean Mac and cheese, but outside of this, he is a very basic cook. He makes himself sandwiches and grilled cheese and maybe some pasta, but otherwise doesn’t cook much else.

Hypno: Ok. He can kill something and cook it, but he’s not the best butcher and his food is just kind of thrown together. There’s no real theme to any plate he puts out. He’s half decent with seasonings and spices though.

XB: Can make fried rice and that’s about it.

Keralis: Can copy other people’s dishes when given instructions, but when left alone has no idea what he’s doing.

False: Doesn’t really cook much. She probably could, but most of the time she’s after something quick and easy. Whenever she gets hungry she just grabs an apple from the bowl or eats whatever leftovers are in the fridge cold.

Etho: Lives almost exclusively off of instant ramen.

Zedaph: treats the kitchen like a chemistry lab and anyone eating is a test subject. He’s not allowed in the kitchen very often.

Xisuma: This man could burn juice. I don’t know how, but he’d do it. He is a sopping wet cat in the kitchen. He’s the type that tries to cook but fails so miserably that every time he just ends up making a bowl of cereal for himself instead.

Grian and Pearl: have cooking battles competing over who can make the most disgusting dish. Grian is like the little toddler that always wants to help but is so bad that no one will let him. He’s also always the one standing over your shoulder and sneaking bites of things when you turn your back. Pearl can’t cook herself, but she has good knife skills so she is often allowed to help out with the prep work.

Mumbo: Will eat anything and everything you throw in front of him. He does not care. He also does not cook at all. When left to fend for himself he demolishes the kitchen by eating every raw ingredient in the pantry. This man would eat a sack of flour if you let him.

Tango: This man does not eat unless you make him. You have to physically drag him to the table to get any kind of nourishment, but he is always very appreciative of other peoples cooking.

Iskall: Orders takeout exclusively.

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mysteryshoptls · 1 month

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SR Silver - Apprentice Chef Vignette

"Master Chef"

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Silver Version ～Let's Make Beef Stew 1～

Silver: Beef stew… A dish needing to be boiled in a pot, of all things. I'm hoping I don't mess this up.

Ghost Chef: "Of all things"? Is there something worrying you?

Silver: Well…I actually have a bad habit where I find myself abruptly falling asleep.

Silver: Waiting for food to cook is no exception… I've fallen asleep while cooking before, leading to many failed dishes.

Ghost Chef: I had briefly glanced at what you wrote in your reasons for taking this class, but I see you were telling the truth about falling asleep easily.

Riddle: It's rather dangerous to fall asleep while cooking. Has it ever resulted in a fire?

Silver: In Briar Valley, we generally prepare our food using magic. This means that even our flames for cooking are produced via our own magical abilities.

Silver: If I were to fall asleep, my magic would also be cut off and the fire would disappear, so even I haven't had to deal with a fire hazard as such.

Ghost Chef: Hahaha. So it was like you had a built-in automatic shut-off function.

Silver: As it was, back when I couldn't use magic, my father would light the flames for me.

Silver: This meant that even when I dozed off, my father would tend to the fire and he'd adjust… I mean, finish up the dish.

Silver: However, as a child I hadn't realized just how much my father had been trying to keep me from danger.

Silver: That's why I had believed that there would be no issues if I attempted to cook by myself…

Silver: One time, while my father was away, I attempted to cook over a wood fire.

Silver: The morning had been particularly cold that day… So I thought I would make a pot-au-feu for my father.

Silver: I was able to chop the ingredients, throw them in a pot, and season everything with no issues…

Silver: But perhaps that is where I let down my guard. I dozed off while the pot was still on the flame.

Riddle: Ah, but that was quite dangerous! It wasn't fire borne from magic, yes?

Riddle: What happened next?

Silver: I somehow woke up before any fire hazard took place. However, by that point, all the water had boiled away…

Silver: So, I added water to the pot in haste, which only served to turn the whole soup black as the charred bits dissolved into the liquid.

Silver: The dish was a failure. The whole house smelled like char. Just as I was at my wit's end, my father returned home.

Riddle: …Did he scold you?

Silver: Not at all. He just laughed, relieved that I hadn't hurt myself.

Silver: He also said that failure was a stepping stone to improvement for next time.

Silver: Furthermore, he scooped up a bowl of that black and burnt pot-au-feu and ate it without any hesitation.

Silver: My father said that it had a distinctive flavor even as it was, but… There was no way it was anywhere near edible.

Riddle: …He seems to be a very kind father.

Silver: He is, I'm glad to have him.

Riddle: Did you ever have the opportunity to learn how to cook from him?

Silver: He is an adept swordsman and mage, but… When it comes to cooking, both the ingredients he would use and the way he would cook constantly changed on a whim.

Silver: And he could never season anything the same way twice… In short, I never found my father's cooking style to be worth referencing.

Silver: That is why I consider myself self-taught. That being said, I always considered a dish good enough if it was edible.

Silver: All I can really do is chop up meat and vegetables and toss them in salt and pepper, or sometimes take leftovers to make risotto.

Riddle: It is fine enough that you are self-taught. I myself have never prepared anything by my lonesome.

Ghost Chef: Okay now, you two! Get to work, don't just chatter away!

Silver: Ah, right, my apologies… I should chop up the vegetables first.

Silver: I'll peel the carrots.

[peels carrots]

Ghost Chef: Oho～ You've got skills.

Silver: Blades are somewhat of a specialty of mine.

Silver: Next are the onions.

[peels onions]

Riddle: Silver, I am in need of an onion as well. Will you teach me how to peel them?

Ghost Chef/Silver: …?

Riddle: Wh-Why are both of you staring at me strangely!? Was my question that bizarre…?

Silver: It can be peeled by hand.

Riddle: I was not asking for the method of peeling, exactly… Rather, I can't seem to grasp where the peel ends specifically.

Silver: Oh, that's what you meant. The peel is the thin, brown layer on top. The white part is what's edible.

Ghost Chef: If there are any areas that seem to be discolored brown, you can just cut it out.

Riddle: I should cut out the discolored spots…? It's a little disconcerting to create random divots like that.

Ghost Chef: Hmm, Riddle-kun, you're very thorough!

Silver: Don't worry too much. At worst, even if some of the peel were to remain, it would just stick to the inside of your mouth. It is still edible.

Ghost Chef: And on the other hand, Silver-kun, you're much too loose-minded!

Silver: Alright, I've finished chopping up the vegetables and meat. Now, we melt butter in a hot pan…

Silver: And brown the meat.

[sizzle]

Silver: It's almost time to add the vegetables. …Ordinarily, I would just salt and pepper it here and consider it done.

Ghost Chef: That would be a fine dish if it were with a regular sirloin steak. However, shank and tendon taste much better stewed～

Silver: So different cuts of meat are cooked differently, I see. I'd never really thought about that before.

Silver: …Chef, the onions are starting to become translucent, are they sauteed enough?

Ghost Chef: Oh yes, it looks good! Now add water and bring it to a boil.

Silver: It seems we've finally come to the dreaded moment of boiling the stew. I worry I may nod off…

Ghost Chef: Hehehe… Have I got just the thing for you to keep your mind off your worries.

Silver: What is it?

[Kitchen]

Master Chef ― Silver Version ～Let's Make Beef Stew 2～

Ghost Chef: Let me introduce you to this… Ta-da! An electric pressure cooker!

Silver: An electric pressure cooker…?

Silver: I think I get it. If I use a pressure cooker, that would decrease the amount of time the stew needs to boil.

Silver: Plus, since it's electric, there's a timer function. Even if I were to fall asleep, the ingredients shouldn't char.

Ghost Chef: Yeah… That's basically it. You got it in one before I could even explain it.

Silver: This will be my first time using an electronic appliance to cook.

Riddle: Huh, your first time!? I have limited experience with cooking, and even I have used an electronic appliance like a microwave.

Silver: Of course I know of their existence, at the very least…

Silver: But I hadn't had the chance to use one since I enrolled here because I would just dine in the cafeteria.

Silver: In Briar Valley, most of the homes don't have electricity, let alone appliances like microwaves.

Riddle: Truly, it is a prerequisite to be able to use magic there, I see… It's a life I could not even begin to fathom.

Riddle: Although, I do believe that my magic would improve greatly if I were to live there.

Silver: With your magical prowess and competence, I'm sure you would have no issues living there.

Ghost Chef: Alright, Silver-kun. Throw all the ingredients into the electric pressure cooker.

Ghost Chef: Select the button on the menu panel that says "Beef Stew" and then press start!

[click]

Silver: It says… 20 minutes remaining.

Ghost Chef: Now you're all set. We just need to wait for it to cook.

Silver: Do we not have to keep watch over the pot? Will it need to be stirred midway through?

Ghost Chef: Don't worry, it'll come out fine. In fact, it'll be more prone to failure if we keep poking at it.

Ghost Chef: Leave the pressure cooker be for now, and instead, let's start on the demi-glace sauce!

Silver: It didn't take as long as I expected to make the sauce. I guess I should wash the dirtied pot and knife.

Silver: …I need to… wash the pot…

Ghost Chef: Oh! Hey, hey, Silver-kun!

Silver: Ah! That was close, I almost fell asleep. I can't let my guard down for even a moment.

Silver: I have no earthly idea why.

Ghost Chef: Well, since you stole my thunder a bit earlier, let me try to show you how the electric pressure cooker can be used.

Silver: Yes, please.

Ghost Chef: A handy pressure cooker is capable of crating any number of dishes, but it doesn't mean you have to follow a recipe to the letter.

Ghost Chef: If you swap out ingredients or seasonings, you can make a dish that is more aligned with your personal tastes.

Ghost Chef: For example, you know the ingredients we're using for today's stew?

Ghost Chef: If you chose to substitute tomato juice for the demi-glace sauce, you could make a tomato stew instead.

Silver: …My father loves tomato juice.

Silver: If I substituted tomato juice for the sauce… Maybe my father would gladly eat it up.

～～♪

Silver: What's that noise…? Oh, it's done cooking.

Ghost Chef: Go ahead and open up the lid to the pressure cooker. Take care not to burn yourself when you do.

Silver: Yes, sir.

[opens pot]

Silver: Wow…

Silver: Both the vegetables and meat are cooked to perfection. I would have never guessed that they'd get this tender in only 20 minutes.

Ghost Chef: Yes, yes, and now it's time for the finishing touches.

Silver: Now we add the demi-glace and a tad bit of ketchup to taste. That should be about good.

Silver: Mm, delicious!

Silver: Next, plate it and add boiled broccoli for garnish.

Silver: …Good, it's finished.

Ghost Chef: Not bad! Take the plate and head on out to the judging venue.

Silver: Right. No matter how difficult the judge may be, I'll definitely emerge the victor…!

Ghost Chef: Wait, hold on, you're not going into battle.

[Cafeteria – Judging Venue]

???: Ah, so you're my chef today, Silver.

Silver: Jamil. I've heard from Kalim that you're very proficient at cooking.

Silver: Within the school body, you're probably the most competent at cooking… Urk, am I even a viable opponent for someone like you?

Jamil: What kind of fight are you even trying to gear up for right now? Well, whatever. I'll dig in now.

[chomp]

Jamil: Hmm… It tastes okay.

Silver: Just okay, hm…

Jamil: However…

Jamil: I'll give you that the ingredients are cooked through pretty well. The meat is so tender it falls apart in my mouth almost instantly.

Jamil: This must have taken you some time, didn’t it? I would have thought you'd be in danger of falling asleep midway through…

Silver: Yeah, I was also worried about that. In fact, while I was waiting for it to stew, I could feel myself getting drowsy.

Silver: The reason this dish was a success was all thanks to the Chef allowing me to use a pressure cooker.

Silver: Since it only stewed for a short while, I was able to push through without drowsing off.

Jamil: That's surprising. I thought the Master Chef program was designed with a focus on improving your cooking abilities…

Jamil: But it seems they provide assistive tools for those who may be lacking in techniques or aptitude. Good to know.

Silver: That's right, they gave me a good way to compensate for my lack of experience.

Silver: Even if I were to fall asleep, I can simply set a timer and the dish won't burn.

Silver: Also, when the timer goes off, it makes a noise, so it would wake me up… Or at least, it should.

Jamil: How did it ever come to your mind to use a pressure cooker as an alarm clock in the first place…?

Silver: I shouldn't constantly rely on outside tools… But I think it's something that I currently have a need for.

Jamil: Thank you for the food.

Jamil: I'm not sure how much of this can be said was of your own skills, but I'll say it was edible.

Silver: Well, it wasn't a flawless victory, but I suppose at least it wasn't an abject failure… I'll continue to work at it.

Ghost Chef: Well done! Looks like you made it through to the end without falling asleep.

Silver: Ah… That reminds me.

Silver: I started to think of how I'd like to make for my father the tomato stew and cabbage rolls that you mentioned…

Silver: Perhaps it's because that was on my mind that I was able to keep the drowsiness at bay.

Ghost Chef: That's because we can't help but try to put forth our best effort whenever we imagine how happy people would look eating our food.

Silver: I see… I guess your state of mind is rather important when it comes to cooking.

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#twisted wonderland #twst #silver #riddle rosehearts #jamil viper #twst silver #twst riddle #twst jamil #twst translation #twst masterchef #mention: kalim #mention: lilia

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nofingjustaninchident · 5 months

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⛧° Cooking classes with Uncle Leo

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content: leo valdez x fem!reader blurb

warnings: probably cursing, bad spanish, not proofread. ig that's it?? lmk!!

a/n: i didn't really like this, but i'm posting it anyways lol. dedicated to covey and @/pinkdiorluvr cuz i know they both love leo hehehe

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You never learnt how to cook. A disturbed childhood with a shitty mortal dad was not the best place to get cooking lessons. Or to learn anything, on that matter.

The point is, cooking skills aren’t something you possess, and that annoys you beyond limits. That took you to asking your best friend, Leo Valdez, for cooking classes. Which he immediately accepted. I mean, who wouldn’t want to teach your crush how to cook?

"So, when can I go to your house?” You asked, which made him snap back to reality from just admiring your features.

��Uh... my house?” He asked, as he completely forgot what you guys were previously chatting about. He was too busy with noticing how the freckles coated your cheeks, and how your black hair framed your face in the prettiest way possible. Oh, he was down bad.

“Are you even listening to me right now, Leo?” You asked, waving your hand in front of his face.

“Uh, yeah, ‘course I am. You were talking about the... cooking classes, right?” He asked, a sheepish smile making his way to his lips. You just rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I am. When can I come to your house, hm?” You asked again.

“Tomorrow at seven sounds good to you?” He asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” You answer, smiling softly as well.

“You’re gonna learn how to make the perfect pasta alla carbonara, my dear apprentice. It's one of my specialties.” He said, passing an arm across your shoulders and pulling you to him.

Before you could even pull away so you could leave, he planted a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’ to it and darted off, laughing. You were left confused, blushing and smiling as a toddler who just got a pack of candy.

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Leo stood in his kitchen, a grin plastered on his face as he waited for his best friend’s arrival. He was looking forward to it, since he knew that it was a chance of absolutely zero percent that this whole class didn’t end in absolute chaos.

He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers impatiently, trying to figure when you’d finally come, what clothes you’d be wearing, what shoes you’d wear and in which way your hair would be. Would it be down? Would you put it in a ponytail? A bun? A braid?

Oh gods, he was such a sucker for that damned daughter of Poseidon.

Eventually, he heard the rhythmic knock on the door, telling him that you were finally there, much to his happiness.

“Come on, Valdez, it’s freezing out here!” You complained, just when he finally opened the door and you barged inside, escaping the snow from the outside world. You were in a black coat, wine-red leggings, gloves and a cute scarf so your nose didn’t get too cold. “Finally! Thought you’d leave me out there to die.”

“I’d never do that, princesa. I mean, at least not today, I need an assistant.” He said jokingly, poking your shoulder and teasing you as you took your coat off.

“I’m gonna punch you, I swear to all the gods that I know.” She threatened. He just smiled and walked towards the kitchen, with you following right behind him. “So, what’re you gonna teach me today?”

“We’re gonna make the best pasta ever – carbonara!” He said happily as he pointed at the counter, which was filled with ingredients for the dish – bacon, eggs, flour and cheese were neatly organized in the counter, ready to be turned into a meal.

“If this goes wrong, I'm ordering a happy meal.” You complained, putting the things you brought to make your favorite dessert, a classic that you learnt with a Brazilian friend of yours – Brigadeiro. It's actually the only thing that you can cook without burning down the whole house.

“First, we gotta make the pasta.” The latino said, and you grimaced.

“Why do we have to make it? Isn't it easier to just, you know, buy the pasta and cook it?”

He shrugged. “Yeah, it’s easier. But making it is so much fun!” He said, with a smile on his face, and started pouring flour on the counter, making a small tower and soon making a hole in it. Then he stopped and looked at you.

“What? Is there something on my hair?” You asked, brushing off your hair, which made Leo laugh.

“No, no. I need you to grab six eggs and crack them here.” He said, gesturing towards the bowl.

“Oh.” You mumbled and picked up the bowl, cracking the eggs in it and being extra careful with the shell. When you finished, you looked at him with puppy eyes. “What now?”

“Put them here.” He said, gesturing to the hole in the flour. You nodded and poured the eggs there. “Now, you washed your hands, right?” You nodded again. “Great. Now, you have to mix the eggs and the flour until we have a smooth dough; the pasta!”

You just nodded and put your hands to work. It was cute, since you didn’t seem to know what you were doing, and it was just so cute the way you were unsure on whether you were doing the right thing or not.

“You’re doing great, y/n/n.” He assured. If you looked up, you’d see a proud smile on his face.

After a few minutes of squeezing and mixing the dough, it was finally ready. You looked up at Leo’s face, a proud smile on your face and shining eyes. Maybe cooking wasn’t really that bad, after all. Not if you had a good teacher and friend around.

He was starstruck. He couldn’t even move. You were just so pretty, flour all over your arms and hands, a little spot on your cheek white from when you rubbed the back of your hand on your face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss you in that moment.

But he knew he couldn’t. He shouldn’t do it. Couldn't risk his friendship with you.

And yet you were so tempting, so pretty like that. In his kitchen, with his apron – which was slightly too big for your tiny frame – and with him.

“So, what do we do now?” You asked, interrupting the trance he was in. He shook his head and blushed, embarrassed to be caught like that.

“Uh... the- the eggs. We need to make the eggs.” He said, blushing after getting caught staring at you. “You can whisk the yolks while I cook the bacon. Is that alright with you?”

“Mhm. You just need to teach me how to separate the yolks.” You said, with a smile.

You two continued the cooking, with Leo cooking the bacons till they were golden brown and crispy while you whisked the egg yolks and the cheese together. It was a fun night, where you ate the food you made – which was delicious, by the way – and had fun with your best friend.

The only out of the ordinary thing was that the whole time you were there, the only thing you wanted was to jump on Leo’s lap and kiss the hell out of him.

And his train of thought was not that far away from yours.

Don't get me wrong, he loved to spend platonic time with you, of course. But he really, really wanted to kiss you.

‘Oh, for my father’s sake, what I wouldn’t give to kiss her.’

“...what?” You asked, your face clearly redder with his – more than sudden – confession.

You never thought he’d want to kiss you, much less give yourself the hope that maybe someday that’d happen. No, it was selfish, and you knew – or at least thought – that he’d never ever like his best friend.

But here he was, saying how much he’d give in exchange for a kiss.

“Oh, shit- I said that out loud, didn’t I? I’m so sorry, Y/n, you can really pretend this never happened, I just-” AAAAAND he was rambling. Again. So, the easiest way out of that situation was, obviously, shut him up with a kiss.

He immediately melted. His hands stopped flying around his face and went to graze your neck and waist, unsure, but ready to search.

It was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had, and it was definitely the most awaited one. His lips were cracked and raspy, and he tasted sweet like the juice you had.

When you finally pulled away, both of your cheeks were red and there was a smile playing on both of your lips.

“I kinda love you.” You admited.

“Good, ‘cause i love you too, princesa.”

#all my love 🍀#postcards from leah #leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #leo valdez x reader #cooking classes with uncle leo is up huh #pjo hoo toa #pjo #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader

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pokemonshelterstories · 2 months

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All right I got to ask. What's with Paldea and sandwiches? Like why is it seem to be the only food y'all talk about around here?

it's...not? sandwiches are a common food for traveling trainers, because the ingredients are easy to get and store (canned goods stores sell lots of things that are compact and keep well, and there are delis and bakeries everywhere), and they don't necessarily require cooking.

paldea has an incredible assortment of amazing food! paella, tortillas, klawf al ajillo, churros...fresh seafood from the market at porto marinada and olives from cortondo...the grilled rice ball specialty at the treasure eatery and arroz con leche made with the rice grown out near alfornada and cascarrafa...even dishes inspired by other regions like pickled toedscool, tatsugiri sushi, and the crepes from a shop founded by a kantonian chef! that's not even getting into the incredible wines produced with our grapes. if you're not out and about on a gym challenge, you're definitely not just eating sandwiches every day!

#charlietalks #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #the world of pokemon

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honeybeezgobzzzzz · 5 months

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☠️ Something Dread, Something Red: Chapter Sixteen

Something Dread, Something Red: Stuck in a proposal to a Marine Commodore, you escape minutes before your wedding in one last ditch effort to avoid getting married to a tyrant. Barely making it to the port of your town, you stumble across a ship just starting to leave and beg for passage off the island. You fail to notice that the people you beg for help, are pirates.

Warnings: Explicit Language.

To Note: “Red Haired” Shanks x FemReader

Word Count: ~3.3k

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Shanks somehow finagles a table at the local popular tavern, the highlight of the town and a restaurant that is always busy. With the way he casually speaks to the hostess, slips her a few Berry, and even winks at the barman, you quickly figure out that he has been to this establishment before. As you sit down, your hat still hanging on your back, you give the pirate a look of scrutiny. He eyes you with a curved smile. You don’t bother wasting time with decorum or tact.

“Alright, how many times have you and the men come to this place and drained their liquor?” you ask point-blank. “Because that trick with the hostess and eye with the barman haven’t gone unnoticed.”

“We like to stop at this island for supplies, and a good day of drinking after a long stint at sea is a good reward,” Shanks explains.

“Day?” you broach, your eyebrow rising. “More like days.”

His smile curves further; you truly do know him and the men quite well at this point.

“Fair point, treasure,” he agrees. “But we did enjoy a meal or two here. Even Roux likes the food.”

Well, if Lucky liked the food, it had to be good. His taste in food is more refined than yours, and you have been subjected to many refined dishes. Albeit you have only been allowed to try small bites in very small portions. In essence, this tavern is going to have splendid food, and you are excited to try one of the dishes.

As you scan the menu, Shanks leans back in his chair, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I recommend the seafood platter," he suggests casually, his tone betraying a hint of amusement. "It's a specialty here."

You raise an eyebrow at him, knowing all too well he has already bought you his allowance of extravagance for the day.

You can't help but chuckle at his attempt to persuade you into ordering the most expensive item on the menu. "Nice try, dear,” you tease, flipping through the pages of the menu. "But you already got to play that tune today. Try again.”

Shanks laughs wholeheartedly at your response, enjoying the playful banter between the two of you. You haven’t bothered to ease up on him at all throughout the day, so why would you stop now? “Alright then," he says, still grinning. "How about we split a few dishes? That way, we can try more than one thing, and I promise to let you choose the next place we dine at."

You can't resist his offer, knowing there is no way he can convince you to order something extravagant tonight, but also very happy to hear such a compromise and a promise of another outing. Settling back in your seat, you smile and incline your head.

“That sounds enjoyable. I think I would like that,” you reply. “It’d be a shame to not try more than one dish from this island. May I presume you know what is best on the menu?” I.e., it better not be the most expensive dishes.

Shanks chuckles at your warning remark to keep it moderate, not expensive. He knows the best dishes on the menu that would be pleasing in both palate and wallet. "I assure you, I know my way around a menu," he teases, his eyes sparkling mischievously. "Let's start with some local favorites, shall we? The grilled fish caught this morning is a must-try, and their vegetable medley is surprisingly delicious."

“That sounds surprisingly appropriate and incredibly delicious,” you sigh, already dreaming of mouth-watering, flaking fish and perfectly cooked local vegetables. It is a freshness you have come to adore.

“I take it you approve?”

“Oh, I more than approve,” you grin. “And perhaps I’ll be a bit mad if you order otherwise now that you’ve teased me with such deliciousness.”

With a widening, curvy smile, Shanks turns his attention to the approaching barmaid. He orders exactly as promised and, with a promise of drinks and warm bread, the barmaid departs.

A smile of contentment spreads across your face as you admire Shanks' impeccable taste. The thought of freshly caught grilled fish and a colorful vegetable medley makes your mouth water. As you eagerly await the arrival of your meal, you can't help but take in the enchanting atmosphere of the tavern. The sound of joyful chatter, clinking glasses, and the alluring scents of various dishes create a warm and romantic ambiance that sweeps you away.

Shanks leans back in his chair, his gaze fixed on you with a warmth that makes your heart skip a beat. His easy smile and carefree demeanor contradict the strength and wisdom that lie beneath the surface. You find yourself drawn to him in a way that doesn’t scare you but exhilarates you, his presence like a magnetic force that pulls you in. You can’t imagine a day without his inhumanly teasing smile.

“Your drinks,” the barmaid announces, materializing at the table with a glass of wine and a glencairn in one hand, and a basket with bread wrapped in cloth in the other. She sets your drinks down and places the bread front and center. “Your meal will be out in a moment!”

Your fingers curl around the slender stem of the wine glass, tracing its elegant curves as you swirl the deep red liquid inside. Each sip is a symphony on your tongue, a dance of flavors that leaves you wanting more. Shanks watches you from across the table, his fiery red hair catching the soft glow of candlelight. You can't resist teasing him with a small smirk before taking another luxurious sip.

"This is truly exceptional," you murmur, locking eyes with Shanks and raising an eyebrow in appreciation. "You have excellent taste in wine."

He chuckles, bringing his own glass to his lips and taking a slow drink. "I know my alcohol," he corrects smoothly, his eyes never leaving yours as he takes in your reaction to the wine. “It also pays to be friends with Mihawk.”

As you begin nibbling on fresh, warm, buttered bread, Shanks can see the soft flicker of candlelight reflected in your eyes, highlighting the spark of wonder and excitement that dances within. But now, as you take another sip of the rich red wine, your features soften into an expression of pure contentment, and he can't help but stare at the beauty of it. How hard he has been working to pull that sight from behind your tightly guarded walls. Your eyes flicker back to his, and you can see a myriad of emotions swirling in their depths, a silent conversation passing between the two of you.

In that instant, surrounded by the cozy ambiance of the tavern and the delicious smells of food drifting around you, it seems as though everything else has disappeared. It is just the two of you, in your own little corner of the world.

“I think I am dying,” you softly complain, slowly walking away from the tavern as lanterns are being illuminated by hand.

“I told you not to eat that much, Aria,” Shanks chides you half-heartedly, happy to see you still so content. You let out a grumble in protest and press a hand against your stomach.

“But those vegetables,” you sigh wistfully, fighting against drooling once more over the thought of eating more of the island-grown produce you had very unladylike might you add, stuffed your face with earlier. You have no regrets. Shanks doesn’t care about your lack of manners or decorum in front of him; all he wants is for you to enjoy yourself. And you had. You had very much and were now paying the price. “Worth it.”

“Aye, I suppose it’s a far better vice than the bottle,” Shanks agrees with a laugh. “Though a sentiment our men will disagree upon.”

“Then it’s a good thing they aren’t here to spoil such sentiments,” you rebut, leaning into his side with a giggle. “I love them dearly, but they have such one-tracked minds at times.”

Shanks gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his warmth seeping into your skin and easing the discomfort of your overindulged stomach. You walk together toward the boardwalk, dodging other couples and villagers out for an evening stroll on the cobbled streets. The sunset is shaping up to be a stunning one. Living on the Red Force has allowed you to witness many sunsets, but this one feels particularly beautiful. Golden rays of light create a radiant pathway across the serene harbor, a perfect ending to a marvelous day.

Stepping foot onto the well-worn and salted boardwalk, you and Shanks stroll to a spot devoid of people and fishermen. Pausing at the railing, you close your eyes and take a deep breath. This day has been exactly what you needed. As the salty breeze tousles your hair, you feel a gentle touch on your head. Opening your eyes, you see Shanks beside you, a tender smile playing on his lips. He reaches out, his fingers deftly fixing the stray strands of hair that have tangled themselves in your new earrings from the wind.

“I should have bought you hair clips,” Shanks muses, joking, of course, but enjoying the brief scowl that appears on your face. “Wouldn’t want your beauty to be smothered by your lovely hair.”

Rolling your eyes, you let out a small huff and indulge in the light touches of his fingers occasionally brushing against your cheek. Rather than simply reject his joke, you decide to dish it right back with a witty smile. With an innocent tone and a slight smirk playing at the corner of your glowing smile, you offer, “Perhaps next time?”

Shanks laughs heartily at your response, his fingers still caressing your cheek. "I'll have to keep that in mind," he says playfully.

Your laugh is lost in the sound of the waves gently crashing against the dock below. Standing face to face, you gaze up at Shanks, admiring how his hair seems to glow crimson. Giggles fading, you stare into his eyes and feel your heart clench in your chest. You place your hand on his chest, over his own heart, to distract yourself from the almost suffocating feeling building in your body.

“Did you enjoy today?” Shanks broaches softly.

"Immensely," you say softly, your voice barely above a breath. Your hand lingers on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips, so steady compared to the erratic thrumming of your own pulse. “Did you?”

Shanks smiles warmly at your response, his gaze softening as he looks down at you. The fading light of the sunset paints shadows on his face, accentuating the lines around his eyes that crinkle with his smile. Leaning in closer, he whispers, “You make even the simplest days extraordinary, treasure.” His words hang in the air, charged with unspoken emotions that crackle like electricity between you. Be still my beating heart. I can hardly hear myself think!

His face draws near yours, and your breath catches in your throat. You might have thought about how Collins had never kissed you, and you are grateful for that. But instead, your thoughts are consumed by the intense want and need to kiss Shanks. Kiss Shanks? The thought makes heat rush to your cheeks, but the embarrassment for those thoughts is buried under hazel eyes. His hand moves from your hair to gently cup your face, his thumb tracing a soft line along your jaw.

As the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you standing on the creaky boardwalk, time seems to stand still. As ridiculous as that sounds. Every nerve in your body is tingling with anticipation, the moment hanging heavy between you both. Shanks’ breath mingles with yours, warm and comforting, as he draws even closer.

The salty breeze carries the scent of the sea and the sound of seagulls crying out in the distance. But all you can focus on is Shanks, his face mere inches away from yours, his eyes searching yours for permission. Your heart shifts to a drumming in your chest, a wild rhythm matching the chaos of your thoughts. In that suspended moment, you feel a jolt of courage surge through you. Your choice. He would always give you a choice. Oh gods, you love him for that. You are moments from lifting yourself onto your toes to press your lips against his when the suspended peace is obliterated.

“This is the marines! Release Lady Bonn immediately!” Your heart plummets as the stern voice cuts through the idyllic atmosphere. The moment shatters like fragile glass, and your body immediately goes into flight mode. Before you even have a chance to think of how you will escape, Shanks grabs your hand and pulls you away from the incoming marines.

You stumble after Shanks, your feet slipping on the damp wood of the boardwalk, the sound of heavy boots pounding behind you. Shouts and orders echo behind you, and you take the chance to look over your shoulder to search for your scorned ex-groom. Nowhere. He probably wouldn’t bother putting his polished boots on such a lowly town. Certainly not when the grunts could do his dirty work for him. But why come after you? After all this time? You’ve been gone for months!

By right, you should be panicking at the thought of Thomas Collins coming after you for ditching him. Fearful of what would come to you once in his grasp, dragged back to Kuri Island. This certainly is what fills Shanks’ mind. Everything is going splendidly. Your little guarded heart is down, and your radiance is shining so brightly it is nearly blinding. But Collins has to come along, ruining the date and most likely causing you distress! All he wants is one damn day alone with you, and he can’t even have that! Yet as Shanks curses the Commodore out in his mind and heads for a narrow alleyway of the harbor town, you begin giggling. Giggling!

Despite the overwhelming rush of emotions you are no doubt feeling, you don't shrink into yourself. Instead, your laughter bubbles up and out with each stride. Your face is aglow with a wide, toothy grin as you run. It feels like pure glee surging through your body, invigorating every muscle and bone. Not a trace of fear can be found within your eyes. Shanks falls more in love with you at the sight and grins in return.

Of course, he and the crew have a plan in place for every island they stop at in the event the marines attempt to take you back. The men will meet you and him at a dock away from the main harbor.

Running alongside Shanks, your hat’s strap catches against your throat. Rather than ignore the pressure, you reach up and yank your hat from your body, throwing it down an alleyway you pass. That will buy you time, right? The briny air whips at your hair as you run, catching in your earrings. You’ll let him buy you those hair clips after this chase! The marines' shouts grow more distant as you navigate the labyrinth pathways, their heavy footsteps struggling to keep up with your nimble movements.

“Here,” Shanks calls, directing you in front of him once you reach a hidden-away dock. As predicted, the Red Force is waiting for you, and running for the gangplank, Benn holds out his hand for you to take. Without pausing, you clasp Benn’s hand and leap onto the gangplank, Shanks following closely behind. The familiar creak of wood beneath your feet feels like a reassuring embrace as you hurry on board.

While you catch your breath, the crew springs into action, releasing the ropes that tether the ship to the dock with practiced efficiency. The sails overhead billow as the wind catches them, propelling the Red Force away from the chaotic harbor and out to sea. But as the ship sails into open water, a marine ship gives chase. Running to the bow, you look closer at the marines standing on deck. Drat.

“I’m surprised he came,” you comment, a sour feeling now blooming within your stomach. Shanks materializes at your side as Benn continues to bark out orders.

“He’s not touching you,” Shanks states firmly, his gaze unwavering as he watches the marine ship gaining on them.

“Tell him that,” you mutter as your overly dressed-up ex-groom brings out a snail speaker. “Doesn’t seem to get my message.”

“Pirate vessel! By order of the marines, lower your sails and return my bride!” Collins growls into the snail speaker. You can hear his fury beneath his words. Has he been searching for you this whole time?

“Gods, he sounds even more entitled than I remember,” you scoff, remembering the way Collins had treated you before you left him waiting at the altar.

“Ignore him, Aria,” Shanks says firmly, his hand gently squeezing your shoulder in a reassuring manner. “He has no power over you now.”

“True, but I do have something to say to him,” you say before turning back to Collins. "I'd rather spend eternity consuming moldy chestnuts than tie myself to your dull-witted existence, you bumbling cretin!"

That insult sounded way better in your head than it does in real life. But it has its effect. Even from your distance, you can see Collins’ face turning red in anger. Verbally rejected in front of the entire marine crew, oh, that has to sting.

It goes quiet on both ships as you smirk triumphantly, for you have managed to stun everyone. Particularly the marines. It isn’t like anyone expects you to speak like that. Shanks, however, is the fastest to respond and does so by catching the side of your head. A fire burns deep within his eyes as he locks them onto yours, an intense desire emanating from his gaze. He pulls you towards him with a fierce determination and claims your lips in a fervent kiss that leaves you breathless and reeling with emotion. Shanks kisses you deeply, his lips moving with a hunger that matches the intensity of his eyes.

The taste of salt from the sea air mingles with the sharpness of the whiskey he’s been drinking. Breath catching in your throat, Shanks catches your inhale and urges your lips to part. You part your lips, allowing Shanks to chase after your tongue and taste how sweet you really are. Deliciously sweet in his opinion. But as Shanks is getting high on your taste and you are basking in the sensations running across your lips and tongue, Collins explodes with anger.

His voice booms with rage, veins bulging in his neck as he spits out the words. "You insolent harlot! I will not rest until that filthy pirate's head is mounted on my wall!"

You rip yourself from Shanks’ hold, hand taking the pommel of his sword and drawing it as you spin and point the tip at the marines. With venomous rage coursing through your veins, you brandish the sword at the Commodore. "I am going to shove this fucking blade so far up your ass that even Hongo will not be able to retrieve it!" you snarl at the Commodore. “Then I’ll let Monster rip your face off and wear it as a fu—”

A strong hand clamps over your mouth, muffling your curses and rage as you're forcefully pulled back against an all-too-familiar chest. Your free hand flails uselessly while Shanks holds you tightly, ignoring your muffled protests and growls. His livid gaze fixes on the crew of the Red Force, who all look away in guilt.

“Which one of you taught the madam how to curse?”

Date Published: 5/3/24

Last Edit: 7/29/24

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#one piece shanks #shanks x you #shanks x reader #red haired shanks #shanks

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johannestevans · 2 months

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like there's so many things you can ask yourself when looking at something that you've cooked or that you're eating.

do i like all the tastes here? do i like all the textures? do i wish there was more or less variety in the textures, or different mouth feels? do the flavours on my plate or in my mouth feel balanced? do i enjoy the contrast between different things in my meal, or appreciate that my soup has a good, defined, texture?

are the flavours strong, or are they subtle? are they soothing? do i feel like i'm concentrating a lot on my food, or is this food something easy and enjoyable to eat whilst concentrating on something else?

after eating my meal, do i feel full? do i feel nourished? does it feel like i've eaten a good amount of vegetables and appropriate amounts of salt and hydration? are there enough amounts of sugars, fats, and oils in this food?

are there any things in this meal that i need to be careful about eating or eating too much of, such as foods that are high in histamines, foods that i might be mildly allergic to or intolerant of, or just things that i don't digest very well in certain quantities?

does this meal feel light or heavy? do i feel full after eating it? does eating this meal cool me down when it's hot, or warm me up when it's chilly? does it clear my sinuses or soothe my sore throat? is it nice and easy to digest? does it have a lot of fibre to help my bowel be regular?

are the ingredients for this meal cheap? are they ingredients i cook with often, or are they rare uses for me? would i like to make more meals like this with these ingredients, or would I like to branch out and change it up? are the ingredients for this meal easy to get, or do i have to schlep out to some specialty place or order them online? do the ingredients go off fast?

is this a meal that lets me use up loads of stuff that's about to go off? is this a meal that's good to keep in the back pocket for when i'm wary of a bunch of expiration dates looming, or when i need to use a bunch of canned food?

is this meal easy to make in one pan, or does it require a lot of pans? is it a meal i can make pretty quickly, or in just one small corner of the kitchen, or does it require me to spread out and take up more space and time? does this meal require preparatory stages, such as marination or letting dough rise, hours or days before the main meal is made?

is this a meal that is fun and satisfying to cook for just myself, or is it one that i would normally put together with friends or family? is this a meal that i would cook performatively at a dinner party, one that is fun to see being cooked, baked, or being put together?

is it very different to the meal i had earlier today, or yesterday, or will have tomorrow? is it a meal that i enjoy eating the leftovers of, or that the leftovers will be easy to transform into another dish? is it easy to store? is it easy to freeze? is it easy to batch cook?

is it easy to cook and share to a bunch of friends? Is it a good and easy meal to have as a packed lunch, or to bring along on a picnic? is it a good food to serve at an event where people will be picking at food between activities? is this a meal i would like to have at a birthday or another party?

is this a meal which is easy to make when i am sick? is this a meal that would feel really nourishing through the grieving process, that would be good to bring to someone sitting shiva, or to a wake?

these are all great things to think about when looking at the meals you eat and what goes into them. these are all great questions to ask yourself

these questions are all infinitely more valuable and useful than such a ridiculous question as "how many calories are in this meal", a question which is absolutely fucking meaningless and tells you nothing about what that meal is actually doing for your body or your mind

#musings

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dunmeshimeshi · 4 months

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My favourite thing ever is the fact that…

Chilchuck did NOTTTT know how to cook specialty dishes in the beginning.

(A bit of spoilers)

Maybe he knows how to cook simple stuff, as we all do…hopefully HHH.

But at the end, when everyone is cooking Falin, we can see him being in charge of cooking a chimera part which is CRAZY.

Wow…he’s truly grown…Silly goofy divorced father of 3… Oh how I adore thee…

It’s as if it was only yesterday that he was complaining about how he couldn’t properly fry food!!!

Doesn’t it just warm your heart??? 🥺

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #dunmeshi #chilchuck

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faultlessheart · 11 months

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Dating Strahm HCs, please? ♡

𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

was literally kicking my feet & giggling waiting for someone to request something w strahm

(idk if you want nsfw…..so i’m just gonna throw some in at the end)

pairing: peter strahm x gn!reader

warnings: not much?? spanking and sex

☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . °☆

idk i hc him as like super jealous

i mean everyone literally refers to him as a hothead so i can imagine him getting riled up if he even thought someone was looking at you

he brings his work home with him a LOT. it’s very frustrating for you, but you know he’s probably even more frustrated with the cases he’s working on (maybe there’s a way you can help his frustration……)

he honestly always has to be in control, no matter the situation. cuddling? he’s the big spoon, he needs to hold you and protect you from everything the terrible world has to offer. getting out of the car and walking somewhere? he’s holding your hand tighter than ever and making sure you don’t end up behind him, out of his line of sight

as focused as he is on work, i can see him being the biggest mushball when it comes to dates.

like…if he has downtime at work (well…he’s actually supposed to be doing paperwork) he’s looking up different restaurants and places you might like so he can plan his next date with you

speaking of, while they are few and far between, when he does plan a date, it’s SO romantic

im talking him wearing a tux, candles (whether it be at dinner or in a bath afterwards…..) and him just being the utmost gentleman

whenever he cooks dinner for you guys, his specialty is any sort of casserole

like idk they’re not super hard to make and there’s so many variations of them so i feel like this and diff pasta dishes would be his go to’s for when he wants to cook for you

CONSTANTLY talking about you to perez. you and her have grabbed coffee before and she told you that whenever he has the chance it’s “that reminds of me of when y/n and i-” or “y/n did this yesterday, she’s so great” or “you guys went on a date last night? aw! did i tell you about y/n and i’s date where we-”

she loves it tho. bc she does care about strahm a lot. so seeing him happy with someone who’s good for him makes her so excited

(i feel like this about literally every man in saw….) but mans is SASSY

always has a smartass remark to anything you have to say to him

AND always rolling his eyes omg. they’re gonna roll out of his mf head if he doesn’t chill

“peter, will it really make a difference if you leave work at 10 tonight instead of staying until 3?”

you can literally hear his eyes roll over the phone

you get frustrated and hang up (half jokingly)

he calls you back 15 seconds later and you can hear him getting in the car and shutting the door in the background

“happy now, sweetheart?”

(onto the smutty parts….)

everyone says this but i do agree that peter is a soft dom (most of the time….)

is the type to lay you across his lap and make you count how many times he spanks you

“keep counting, darling.”

constantly has his arms wrapped around you while he’s deep inside you

uses his tie to tie your hands together

he’s never super rough, which you don’t mind, he’s loverboy who just wants to make you feel good

his pleasure comes second

which is why he would literally go down on you for days if he could

(he’s came in his pants multiple times solely from pleasuring you)

like i said, he’s so romantic. his hands are constantly roaming your body, telling you how beautiful and perfect you are

doesn’t have many kinks, but i feel like he’d be willing to try a lot of different stuff

#peter strahm #peter strahm x reader #peter strahm headcanon #peter strahm smut #peter strahm imagine #peter strahm hc #saw #saw franchise #saw movies #saw iv #saw v #saw x reader

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thatseitagremlin · 5 months

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gremlyn's danganronpa: despair time x limbus company au: hell's chicken edition (in which arei is also the ultimate conflict escalator)

the number of students who canonically can cook is actually rather high, but with 17 of these bastards running around there's bound to be Multiple incidents... (more yapping under cut!)

drdt cast's canon cooking abilities notes: -) has cooked in-universe: eden (ch1e3 baking + ch2e1 breakfast), hu (ch1e5 dinner), levi (ch2e1 breakfast), nico & veronika (ch2e3 breakfast), charles (ch2e4 cucumber flowers... do they count?? but he can cook eggs by ch2e8 so i'm putting him here) -) implied that they can cook: min (ch1e3 baking; afaik eden does most of the steps but she was there for the scene and understands the processes so i'll just put her here), rose (ch1e3 baking + ch2e6 lunch: "i was apparently supposed to help cook this meal"), j (ch2e1: "...the last thing i feel like doing is cooking"), arei (ch2e1: "but i also don't want to cook. what to do...") -) stated in qnas: whit (best cook in the cast, specialty is french), david (can cook decently but is usually too lazy to), xander (has a weak sense of taste and compensates by adding in Too much flavor, so his food is inedible to everyone else) -) disaster in the kitchen: teruko (ch1e1 investigation + ch1e5 dinner uses this exact wording, but i assume this mostly pertains to her bad luck fucking up electronics since she makes her own food throughout ch2) -) unknown: ace, arturo (afaik these two's cooking ability have never been mentioned so far!), mai (we barely know anything about her. so)

i split up all 16 sinners (replacing whit with mai, since arei banned him from the competition) into four teams of 4. i initially tried randomizing it while sticking to my personal rules of "xander and arei in different teams", "arei and eden in the same team (so they can cook together once before arei's character development)", and "hu in the same team with a 'sabotager' so she doesn't win", but i eventually decided to just make the teams manually. in-universe you can see this as arei rigging the votes.

this didn't end up as chaotic as canon limbus, but i guess that's what happens when most of your cast can canonically cook, so you have to provoke them to beefing with each other...

-) team 1: xander, ace, j, david. there was not enough common sense to counter xander's tastebuds and he learned absolutely nothing. sad! -) team 2: arei, levi, nico, eden. there was not enough hater energy to counter arei's sabotage. also arei had fun even disregarding all the sabotage she did but she won't admit that (yet) -) team 3: rose, arturo, veronika, mai. it's less "food" and more "abstract art piece" that horrifies their poor client, inflicting 10 sinking potency and 8 sinking count -) team 4: charles, min, teruko, hu. with hu's guidance they actually made a really good "family restaurant"-style chicken dish. the ones where it's a big portion for a family to share. they try to get teruko to carry the dish but min realizes and stops teruko from touching the plate. Unfortunately teruko's luck kicks in and min ends up dropping the dish anyways -) won by default: mai secretly let whit in team 3's kitchen and let him cook a backup dish just in case every team fucked up. papa bongy accepts the dish and they eventually un-distort him, making him mvp of the mission and winner by default!

#gremlynposting #ingin menjadi illustrator namun enggan menggambar #danganronpa despair time #drdt #gremlyn's drdt x lcb au #xander matthews #teruko tawaki #j rosales #ace markey #min jeung #veronika grebenshchikova #david chiem #arei nageishi #whit young #everyone else is mentioned in the yapping but i won't tag them since this was. meant to be an art post #that is Hopefully understandable with the little context i wrote on the top?#whatever. silly guys in a self-imposed cooking contest. thats all you need to know!! yaaaaay!#also testing how i want to make “comics”

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