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wife-of-all-dilfs · 1 year ago

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hungry eyes | f. odair

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summary: finnick is a great cook, and a chef must taste-test all his meals, mustn’t he? including you.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

warnings: smut, oral (fem receiving), finnick is a munch and a thigh man, praise, swearing, cum swallowing, fingering

notes: i’m so sorry about the long-writing-time-to-short-word-count ratio. i don’t know if i like this ahhh. lmk what y’all think <3

word count: 3.5k

You were passing through the entry room of your house when the front door opened with a slight creak. Stepping through the doorway was Finnick, dressed in a white billowy Henley shirt (he had a few buttons purposely left open and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows) and a pair of dark grey pants.

His hair was a windswept mess of bronze waves with different strands poking out in various directions, but he somehow made it work. He looked…

Wow.

You, on the other hand, were still in your pyjamas, wearing a pair of thin cotton shorts and cosy thigh-high socks.

As soon as he entered the house, you could tell what kind of mood he was in. Drained. That tended to happen whenever he had to spend the day with his prep team and prepare for an upcoming event in the Capitol.

His cheerless eyes found yours and you swore a spark of life flickered in them.

“Hey, Finn,” you said. “Are y—oh!”

Before you could finish, he had wordlessly stepped towards you and collected you in his arms. Your feet left the ground as he picked you up and continued walking further into the house.

“What are you doing?” you gasped.

Your legs curled around his back, your body leaning into his chest so as not to fall backwards. He smelled really nice, like how you imagined sunlight hitting the sea on a warm summer’s day would smell.

“Making something to eat,” he finally spoke. His eyes briefly flickered to yours. “I’m hungry.”

Well, you did send him off that morning with some of last night’s leftover crab cakes, so he couldn’t have been that hungry. Plus, he was with his prep team. They would’ve had plenty of fancy Capitol-esque food on hand to satiate him.

Weird.

“So that means I don’t get a hello?” you teased.

Finally, a small smile worked its way onto his lips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips sweetly and softly to your own, his hands not-so-sweetly squeezing the plush of your ass as he did.

He pulled back and gave you a mischievous look. “Hi, sweetheart.”

You smiled bashfully in response. “Hi.”

You had passed through the archway into the kitchen, the entire room now being bathed in sunlight from the four o’clock sun. It was the picture of a perfect beach house—driftwood and seashell ornaments, sand-coloured benchtops, and large wooden-framed bay windows.

Finnick set you down on the counter facing the stove, your legs now dangling over the edge.

“You just had to bring me into the kitchen with you?” you asked.

He was already out of your arms, scouring the cupboards for various ingredients for whatever it was he was planning to cook up.

“Gotta have something pretty to look at,” he said, throwing a wink over his shoulder.

Warmth crept into your cheeks. “Right. Obviously.”

A comfortable silence settled between you, apart from the clatter of a metal pot being set on the stove and the splashing of various vegetables and chicken stock being thrown into boiling water. Your legs swung lightly as you watched Finnick in quiet admiration.

Steam wafted into the air, bringing with it a sweet herbaceous smell. You hated to admit it, but Finnick was an unbelievable cook; much better than you were. He was constantly offering to teach you his culinary skills which often led to the two of you spending hours together in the kitchen. Burnt and over-salted meals were a common result. Regardless, you enjoyed the time together.

Sometimes it even led to other things as well… things very unrelated to cooking.

Finnick seemed to hyper-focused on the soup he was stirring; he was being unusually quiet, making you wonder what was going on inside his head. Had something happened during the time he was away?

“How’d you go today?” you asked.

He shrugged his shoulders, humming a vague response.

“Mm,” you copied, wearing a teasing smile.

He shot you a playful look over his shoulder. Then he did something weird.

His head turned again, and he gave you a double-take, eyes falling from your face and to your legs. Your pyjama shorts had ridden up to the crease where your legs and hips connected, and your thighs were squished together on the counter, the cuff of your thigh-high socks digging into the soft flesh. His eyes flickered to yours once more before he turned back around.

Very weird.

An unexpected wave of goosebumps travelled down your entire body. You swallowed nervously and averted your eyes to your lap. It was absurd how a single look from him could cause you to react so strongly. He had so much power over you.

You crossed your legs, palms flat against the bench top on either side of you for support. The entire room was filled with the sweet aroma of the broth Finnick had made, causing your mouth to water from the mere thought of the warm liquid soaking into your tongue.

He lifted the pot from the stove and turned it off, scooping the contents into two bowls. However, when he turned around and walked over to you, he was only holding one.

“Just glad to be home with you,” he said and offered you the bowl.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, taking it into your hands.

The bowl was hot against your palms and fingertips, almost burning right down into your bloodstream as the golden liquid wafted steam into your face. Finnick’s gaze followed your movements as you lifted the spoon to your lips and finally felt the delicious heat seep into your tastebuds.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you hummed a noise of pleasure, already craving another spoonful. “Tastes really good.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head.

Finnick was gently lifting one of your legs into his hands, massaging your calf through the cotton of your socks. His hand wandered down to your ankle, stroking over it with an affectionate touch before gliding back up to the underside of your knee. You had hardly noticed his affectionate behaviour, too distracted by the vibrant tastes filling your mouth.

“Aren’t you gonna eat?” you asked half-heartedly, focused on getting another mouthful in.

“Sure am,” he murmured.

Selfishly, you paid his words no mind even though you really should have. You had just lowered the spoon back into the bowl, watching the soup cover the metal when suddenly, your leg was being lifted over the other.

Now this got your attention.

You swallowed the warm liquid, eyes looking up at him in confusion. He uncrossed your legs, nudging them open with his hands on your inner thighs before he positioned himself between them. Your thighs were now hugging either side of his hips, your grip on the bowl frozen with uncertainty.

“What are you…?” you began, but then he was gently taking the bowl and spoon out of your hands and placing them on the bench beside you.

“Told you I’m hungry, sweetheart,” he said. He placed his hands on either side of you, leaning in until your faces were inches apart. “Been waiting all day to see you. And these socks…” he trailed off with a sigh, sliding his fingers just beneath the band digging softly into your thigh before letting it snap back in place. “Well, now I’m practically starving.”

You stared at him, eyes wide and mouth agape. God, you were already breathless.

“Oh,” you whispered.

He bit his bottom lip and kept lowering his gaze to your mouth, looking at you as if you were a grand three-course meal and he was on death row.

“I just need a taste,” he spoke almost pleadingly. “Will you let me?”

Not a single neuron in your brain was firing at that moment. With the way he was staring at you, how gorgeous helooked, and the fact that he was practically begging to be between your thighs, it was almost impossible to say no. It was also impossible for you to verbalise it as well.

“Please, baby. You’ll let me, won’t you?” he pleaded.

The growing desperation in his voice had you sinking your hips into the counter, feeling yourself begin to ache for him. Of course, as you did this your thighs grew expanded even wider from the pressure and Finnick seemed to like that very much. You could tell from the way his cock left a large print across the front of his pants.

You nodded, speechless.

“You will?” His hands found the sides of your thighs. “Good.”

Within seconds, he had dragged your body to the edge and collided your pelvis with his. He felt as hard as he looked. You gasped at his eagerness but were immediately cut off by his lips crushing against your own, leading you into a kiss that mirrored the hunger he must have been feeling inside all day.

His hand moved into your hair, holding you with a firm yet gentle grip. He was leaning into you, moving his lips so assertively that your body had to lean back to get a sliver of respite. You were buzzing with anticipation like electric currents were moving through your veins. If he was kissing you like this, what would it be like when his lips were further below?

He then pulled away to observe you.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” he whispered, gently smoothing the hair beside your face.

You leaned into his touch, enjoying the brief tender moment. Your hand moved onto his and gently squeezed as you looked up at him, gaze doe-eyed and full of false naivety. You knew you were only spurring him on.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he said before pressing another peck to your lips. Then he started to go lower. First, he kissed the length of your neck and then the skin above your breasts exposed by your low-cut shirt. “Perfect eyes, perfect lips, perfect thighs.”

He was crouching now, trailing kisses down your stomach which had your fingers weaving into his hair. The descension halted at your upper thighs. His lips left a warm tingling sensation that spread across your skin with each tender touch. You watched him begin moving higher, entering a dangerous region of your inner thighs with lips that were trademarked for trouble.

The air in your lungs was in short supply now.

“Just so sweet and so…” His fingers slipped into your waistband and pulled your shorts down your legs. The fabric fell from your ankles and there you sat, your glistening cunt bare and reflecting in Finnick’s green eyes. “So wet.”

Feeling nervous due to his penetrative stare, you attempted to conceal yourself and began closing your legs. He tsked and forced them open with two sturdy hands. He continued marvelling at the slick that coated your folds, committing the image to his mind.

“So perfect,” he exhaled.

You were getting impatient now.

“Finnick,” you whined. “Please. Just… Just do some—"

You inhaled sharply. He had rushed forward and finally connected his warm mouth to your cunt.

High-pitched breathless moans were already spilling from your lips as his harsh tongue delved between your folds, lapping up the arousal that had leaked out. Your body was restless, which was evident from the way your fingers pulled at his hair, hips bucked into his mouth, and thighs clenched around his head.

Hunger and starvationwere not the right terms to describe how he was acting. Not at all.

He was insatiable.

Finnick’s shoulders slid beneath your thighs, forcing your legs to dangle over them. His arms were curled around your legs while his hands kept your legs clamped open from the top of your thighs. He suctioned his lips around your clit, the sensitive flesh growing more swollen as the pressure he applied increased.

You placed a hand on the counter behind you to keep yourself steady, keeping the other hand buried in his golden waves. Your head fell back with a loud moan. He was shaking his head side-to-side in a manner that could only be deemed as animalistic. He was eating you out like a fucking animal. Like he was a predator, and this was his kill.

“Oh, my god!” you cried out.

He moaned into your pussy, tongue dragging from your opening and back to your clit, savouring every ounce of sweetness he could pull from you. A dull pain was coming from your upper thighs and you quickly realised Finnick’s fingers were digging into your skin. Each time your thighs tried to shut, his fingers buried deeper into your flesh. And mixed with the feeling of his tongue lapping you up, it felt rapturously overwhelming.

His tongue began flicking your clit at such rapid speeds that you weren’t even sure a vibrator could replicate it. You were now pulling, no, yanking at his hair all the while your hips were moving closer to his face. The pleasure was so devastating even your body wasn’t sure what to do with itself.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” his hoarse voice vibrated against your clit, “y’gotta strong grip.”

Your chest heaved as you looked down at him. “Finn, don’t stop.”

And of course, he pulled back an inch to look up at you. The sight of him between your legs was fucking glorious. A mix of your juices and spit was dribbling down his chin, coating his lips in a shine you wanted to taste. His hair was dishevelled in a way you could only describe as a sex-crazed mess. Oh, and the way his blown-wide pupils were looking at you… like he had a whim to devour you whole right then and there.

“Stop? Who said I was ever going to stop?” He smirked.

Then he leaned in and fell back into his previous rhythm. The heels of your feet dug into his back. He was essentially making out your cunt. His tongue was swirling around your clit and kissing it sweetly, as if doing so offered you any reprieve from the exquisite torment he was inducing. Your stomach muscles were aching in the most pleasurable way, sending signals of pure arousal to your brain that made you feel intoxicated.

“Like fucking sugar,” his voice muffled into you.

He tongued your entrance, forcing as much as he could inside you. Your walls fluttered with warmth around him and you let out a needy little whine. He flicked his tongue upwards inside you as he slid in and out, thick eyebrows scrunched together as he moaned at your taste soaking into his tastebuds.

One of his arms unravelled from your thigh and his tongue retracted from inside you. You whimpered in displeasure, only to gasp as something longer immediately replaced his tongue. Finnick’s mouth was entirely focused on suckling your clit, meanwhile, the two fingers he had slid inside you were focused on pushing your body over the edge.

“Fuck,” you breathed heavily. “Fuck. Oh, f—ah!”

The pads of his fingertips pressed into that swollen spot deep inside you, knuckles prodding your walls as he curled his fingers. He was wildly flicking his tongue over your clit with the added help of his head shaking side-to-side.

You were writhing. Your body had never known such powerful sensations before meeting Finnick. Even after all the time you had been together, you were still trying to get accustomed to how intensely he made you feel. Given that information, you could feel your orgasm rocketing from deep within and to the surface. Flames licked at the muscles in your stomach, spreading like wildfire from your clit.

Finnick looked up at you, and you looked down at him. Look how good I make you feel, his cocky eyes spoke. Your parted lips were dark, flushed with heat and arousal, letting each and every debauched sound echo around the ceramic-tiled room. He plunged his fingers inside you again and your head fell back. You knew he was laughing. You could feel it.

The noises filling the room were pure sex. The sound of Finnick’s fingers squelching inside you, of him sucking and lapping at your pussy, and your whiny half-crazed moans—they were all that could be heard. And then suddenly your body started tensing.

“I’m so close,” you panted. “Finn, I’m—I’m—Fuck!”

And there it was.

Finnick didn’t stop. Hell, he somehow even managed to pick up his pace.

Your thighs clamped harshly around his head; this would’ve worried you if your brain actually had a single thought running through it. Shockwaves of bliss crashed over your body; they consumed you. Your moans came out as choked noises and filthy gratified cries of Finnick’s name as he sucked and curled his fingers in and out.

You felt him speaking, most likely words of praise to talk you through your high, but you couldn’t hear. White noise buzzed in your ears. Part of you could feel him collecting your juices with his tongue as the built-up tension gushed from your cunt. The other part of you was gone.

At least for a brief period.

When you came back to reality, Finnick was starting to stand back up. His hands were holding both your thighs, keeping them from violently trembling. You stared at him, waiting for the spots in your vision to disappear and the buzzing in your ears to settle. There was nothing you could do about the liquid seeping onto the bench top.

He surveyed your dazed expression, mild concern etched into his features as his eyes flickered between your own. His hand gently cupped the side of your face.

“You here?” he asked, lightly dragging his thumb down your lower lip.

Sweetness coated the tip of your tongue as you licked your bottom lip. Well, no wonder he enjoyed doing that so much. You tasted really… good.

“I’m okay,” you whispered.

He gave you this beautiful dimpled smile, and he dropped his hand once more. His eyes were on yours, gleaming with mischief as he dragged two fingers up your folds, glazing them in a white shine. You were so sensitive that your hips jerked forward at the light contact, causing him to chuckle softly.

You watched as he lifted his fingers to his lips and within milliseconds, you were reaching out to stop him.

His fingers were so thick and long, and with your arousal coating them, it was damn near impossible to deny yourself the pleasure of having a little taste as well. So, with two hands holding his palm, you guided his fingers towards you.

You eyed the liquid for a moment, hesitated, and then licked a long strip from the base of his forefinger and up to his fingertip. Then, closing your eyes, you wrapped your lips around the length and began sucking. It was a potent taste, both overpowering and lingering. Not bad though. You moved onto his middle finger, this time keeping your eyes on Finnick as you sucked it clean.

His expression reflected something of astonishment, letting out a perplexed chuckle as he watched. With a wet pop, his fingers were out of your mouth. You were holding his large palm and pressing a soft kiss to each of his fingertips, a tender and affectionate gesture compared to the act you just pulled.

Finnick shook his head at you, wearing a disbelieving smile.

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence.

“What,” he echoed your response under his breath. He grabbed your chin, leaning down until you were face-to-face. “You play a dangerous game, sweetheart.”

Then his lips were on yours and when his tongue slipped into your mouth, all that could be tasted was you. That previous animalistic air about him had dissipated; he was gentler now, kissing you in a way that was adoring rather than bordering primal. Not that you had been complaining.

His pelvis was pressed against yours. More accurately, his cock was pressed against your pelvis. Whoever made his pants must have used strong threading. He was so hard that you were surprised the seams hadn’t ripped apart and exposed him altogether. You were surprised but also thankful because undoing his pants was your job.

Your hands moved to his chest and pushed him backwards. His lips left yours with a displeased grunt.

“Oh, don’t you worry, Finn,” you said, your hands trickling down his torso. “I’ve worked up an appetite myself as well.”

He looked down at you, eyes oozing with seduction. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

You slid off the counter, feeling his erection glide over your body. The fragrant smell of marinated vegetables and chicken still lingered in the room. You should have felt disheartened about not finishing the mouth-watering soup Finnick had made—or perhaps even the entire pot. But as you sank to your knees and began unbuttoning his pants, you realised there was one thing that was a great deal more appetising.

Peering up at him through your lashes, you saw him looking down at you with a lazy smirk.

Your lips stretched into a sinful smile. “My turn.”

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kanyerealdaughter · 28 days ago

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— ★ BLLK BOYS IN JAMAICA

characters - rin , isagi , bachira , ryusei , reo , nagi , barou , kunigami , chigiri , gagamaru , zantetsu , hiroi , nanase. | pt II here! | all around the world event! |

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RIN ITOSHI - stands still as the sea breeze pulls at his hair, hands in his pockets, eyes half-lidded beneath the caribbean sun. he doesn’t talk much, but his presence says enough sharp, focused, a little bit lost in thought. but with you beside him, he softens. he watches you more than the scenery, like you’re the most vivid part of the island.

beach reaction - he refuses to take off his sneakers at first, mutters about sand getting everywhere *you told him to being sandals* eventually gives in when you pull him toward the waves.

lets you write your initials together in the wet sand doesn’t stop smiling for a while after

food experience - hesitates before trying callaloo and saltfish, then eats more than he expected lets you feed him a bite of your plate, cheeks slightly pink. when a vendor compliments your beauty, he throws an arm around your shoulder and glares.

cultural experience - sits beside an old man playing reggae on a battered guitar, listens in silence. asks if you want to dance when the music gets livelier, awkward, stiff, but trying.

holds your hand all the way back to the hotel, thumb brushing your knuckles in rhythm with the beat.

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ISAGI YOICHI - moves like he’s trying to memorize all the rhythm of the waves, the bass of the music, the way your eyes light up when the wind lifts your hair. he’s quiet but not shy, watching everything like he’s piecing together a puzzle he wants to get right.

you catch him staring at the horizon more than once, like he’s thinking about fate and football and the feel of your hand in his.

beach reaction - walks barefoot across the warm sand with you, kicking water at your legs asks what the ocean sounds like to you and says to him it sounds like calming. *he never wants to leave* you laughs when a crab almost crawls on his foot, then hides behind you for protection.

food experience - tries everything once, but lights up most at jerk chicken and festival shares bites with you, even off his own fork. asks the auntie who made it how to say thank you properly. “mi give thanks.”

cultural experience - watches a local game of street football, then joins in barefoot, grinning he plays so well the kids beg him to stay longer. when they tease you two about being a couple, he flushes red but doesn’t deny it.

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BACHIRA MEGURU - doesn’t walk he bounces, laughs, spins in place like the world itself is dancing. he grabs your hand without asking, points at goats on the roadside, sings along to songs he doesn’t know. the locals love him instantly. he’s loud, curious, and tells everyone you’re his favorite part of the island.

beach reaction - runs full speed into the water, fully clothed, then yells for you to join him builds a sandcastle and names it after you

“ pretty like you.” he said grinning, you looked down at the sandcastle, it's been swept away by the water. guess he built it too close.

finds a seashell and insists it’s

“definitely magical like you.”

food experience - devours patties like a monster sauce on his cheeks, eyes shining. shares bites with you even when you say you’re not hungry. talks to every food vendor like they’re best friends already.

cultural experience - joins in a drumming circle off beat but full of joy, lets kids braid random beads into his hair. he tells you later, “ i think my heart likes it here, but it likes you more”

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RYUSEI SHIDOU - crashes into jamaica like a thunderstorm in neon shirt open, chaos in every breath. he wraps an arm around your waist tightly. he flirts with the ocean, he worships you like the only thing that could ever ruin him.

beach reaction - dives straight into the water, howling splashes you just to see your reaction. body-surfs a wave, gets mouthful of sand, laughs like it’s the best thing ever.

draws hearts around your name in the wet sand, hen tackles you into it painfully.

food experience - eats three patties back-to-back, chugs a red stripe, then moans dramatically. winks at the vendor after licking sauce off your fingers

“ damn, babe, this food’s almost as hot as you.”

cultural experience - jumps into a dance circle uninvited, ends up being the loudest, sweatiest one there. he lets a group of kids paint his nails and braid his hair with colorful beads.

“ place like this? makes me feel alive. but you? you make me feel like a fuckin’ god.”

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REO MIKAGE - reo fits in too easily, linen shirt unbuttoned halfway, sunglasses perched, already making friends before he even unpacks.

he treats the whole trip like a celebration, but it’s not the luxury that excites him, it’s sharing it all with you. every photo he takes has you in it. every moment, he’s looking for your reaction first.

beach reaction - rents a jet ski and insists you ride with him, screaming and laughing together. collects shells for you like they’re precious stones. he makes a heart in the sand and writes your name inside with his finger

food experience - orders everything twice just so you don’t have to choose, he flirts in patois after being taught two phrases by a local teen, you nearly choke on your drink he tips big, compliments bigger, always says the food is “ delicious, but not as sweet as you”

cultural experience - buys matching woven bracelets from a street vendor, ties yours himself

dances with you under fairy lights at a local music night, hand firm on your waist. he tells you, “ you and this place? both unforgettable.”

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SEISHIRO NAGI - walks like the air is too heavy, like each step is a favor to gravity. but he perks up when you laugh, when the breeze hits just right, when the sound of reggae plays in the distance.

he’s not here for the thrill he’s here for the peace. and for you.

beach reaction - lays in the shade while you splash in the water, one eye open, smiling eventually drags himself up just to float beside you, arms lazy around your waist

“ this is kinda perfect.” he says, then lets the waves rock you both

food experience - picks at his plate until you feed him bites, opens his mouth like he’s used to being spoiled. really likes coconut drops, he pockets extra for later.

he calls ackee “weird but cool.” then steals some off your fork with no shame.

cultural experience - sits with a group of elders playing dominoes, doesn't play, just watches and nods along. leans his head on your shoulder during a folk storytelling circle tells you in a quiet moment.

“ if i lived here, i’d never wanna leave… but only if you’re here too.”

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BAROU SHOEI - walks like he owns the ground beneath him, chin up, muscles tense, eyes sharp behind sunglasses. but when you laugh, his shoulders drop just a bit. when your hand brushes his, he doesn’t pull away.

he doesn’t say much, but every glance says he’s watching over you like it’s his full-time job. *like a bodyguard*

beach reaction - refuses to take off his shirt at first, says the sun isn’t stronger than him, ends up in the water anyway, lifting you with one arm like it’s nothing.

he yells at a seagull that tried to steal your fruit.

food experience - scrutinizes every bite like he’s judging its macros, but secretly loves curry goat. lets you feed him a piece of festival, blushes when you tease him. he offers to help cook one night, ends up impressing the host with perfect knife skills.

cultural experience - watches a street football match with narrowed eyes, then joins in like a king stepping onto his turf. gets complimented by locals for his looks, a group of girls offers to braid his hair “properly”

“ tch… whatever.” he grumbled, but sits down and lets them take photos while he glares but doesn’t move.

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KUNIGAMI RENSUKE - walks like the earth is familiar beneath his feet, grounded, calm, always at your side. he’s polite to everyone, patient when you’re curious, and always carrying your bag without asking. his skin glows in the sunlight, but he only blushes when you call him beautiful.

beach reaction - sits with you under an umbrella first, rubbing sunscreen on your shoulders with calloused hands. joins a local beach football game, ends up surrounded by cheering kids.

lets you jump on his back in the water, laughs so deep it rumbles through your chest.

food experience - savors every bite eyes closed, nodding, “ this is amazing.” feeds you a piece of sweet potato pudding like it’s an unspoken ritual. asks the chef for the recipe just so he can try to make it for you back home.

cultural experience - helps an old man lift a crate during a local market setup, ends up chatting like they’re old friends. gets roped into a drumming circle, can’t keep rhythm at first, but grins through it. tells you that night, arms around you, “ i’d come back here with you a thousand times.”

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CHIGIRI HYOMA - moves like a breeze, light, elegant, just out of reach. his hair catches every sunbeam, his laugh curls around your heart. he blends in like color on a canvas vibrant, warm, unbothered by anything but your smile.

beach reaction - lets the waves pull at his ankles while you dance in the shallows. pulls his hair up into a high ponytail, sunglasses perched just right. when you splash him, he grins, then chases you down, laughing breathlessly.

food experience - takes a careful bite of jerk chicken, eyes wide with surprise. “ spicy… but good.” lets you dab sauce off his lips with a napkin, eyes linger on you after. asks the cook how to make sorrel, just because you liked it so much.

cultural experience - he joins in a local girls’ netball game where he was scoring every point. sits with a group of women braiding baskets, watching with interest, asking questions.

when they offer to braid your hair too, he smiles and says. “ you’d look beautiful in anything.”

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GAGAMARU GIN - moves like the wind through trees quiet, solid, and strangely present. he doesn’t need to speak much. people just… get him. he watches the world like it’s telling him secrets, and the only one he shares them with is you.

beach reaction - he lays beside you in the sand for hours, both of you watching clouds pass, dives deep, comes up with shells for you in his big hands.

a small child gives him a starfish, after playing with them for an hour straight leaving you by yourself. he bows his head and says “thank you” like it’s sacred.

food experience - tries everything without hesitation, eats slowly, lets you steal bites off his plate without blinking. stares at a hot pepper, eats it, and calmly says.

“ hot.” while sweating silently.

cultural experience - joins a group of fishermen pulling in nets, works without needing direction. helps you tie a headwrap at a local vendor stall, his hands gentle, precise.

at sunset, you find him sketching the coast in his notebook, when you sit beside him, he just smiles and leans into your side.

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ZANTETSU TSURUGI - runs through jamaica like a spark fast, unpredictable, always a second ahead of himself. he trips over his words, gets names wrong, and still somehow charms everyone with that big, confused grin.

but when it comes to you, he’s focused like for once, something’s clear in his head.

beach reaction - takes off sprinting across the sand just because he can, forgets he’s in shoes. dives headfirst into the water, pops up yelling.

“ babe! the ocean is… salty??” he splashes you with zero warning, then spends the next ten minutes trying to apologize between laughter.

food experience - stares in awe at a jerk chicken stand, eats like he hasn’t had food in years. accidentally eats the hottest thing on the table, turns red, refuses to admit it.

offers you bites of everything, holding them up with wide eyes and muffled. “ you gotta try this!”

cultural experience - joins a dance circle without knowing any moves, ends up inventing his own. calls the drum rhythms. “epic battle music” and marches around dramatically. he pulls you into his chaos with a big hand and a grin, whispering

“ don’t let go, okay?”

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HIORI YO - walks like he’s always lived here easy, relaxed, like the sea’s lullaby plays just for him. he’s not flashy, but he draws people in, with his smile, with how sweet he is to you, with the way he notices everything.

he holds your hand the entire time, like this trip isn’t real unless you’re touching.

beach reaction - builds a sandcastle with some kids while you sunbathe, ends up getting buried in the sand, when you try to help him up, he pulls you down gently and kisses your cheek. collects sea glass just to give you the prettiest pieces.

food experience - asks the locals what their favorites are, tries every single one. llets you taste things off his fork first. “ you’ve gotta try this.”

ends up dancing with a food vendor after complimenting her cooking, makes you laugh so hard you cry.

cultural experience - joins a small drum circle, clapping and swaying like he’s known the rhythm all his life. helps some kids paint a mural, draws you into it too, your initials end up in the corner.

tells you under the stars, “ i feel like i belong here… everything is so peaceful.”

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NANASE NIJRO - steps into jamaica like he’s stepping into a dream, everything wide-eyed, full of wonder, and shared with you. he points out every flower, every sound, every star like he wants to memorize it for you.

soft-spoken, respectful, and always offering to carry the bag or hold your drink, the kind of gentle that feels sacred.

beach reaction - lets the waves chase him before chasing them back like a kid. you splash him once and he gasps, then gently dunks you while laughing. he lays back in the surf, hand in yours, whispering.

“ this feels like magic.”

food experience - he asks for small portions just to try everything, thanks every vendor twice

lets out the sweetest “mm!” when something’s really good, he blushes when someone teases him for feeding you bites with a goofy grin.

cultural experience - joins a group of local kids drawing with chalk on pavement, adds little animals. tries on handmade jewelry and buys you matching pieces. tells you in the quiet of night.

“ i’m learning a lot… but the best part’s sharing it with you.”

words - 2.4k

» , ᴀ ᴋᴀɴʏᴇʀᴇᴀʟᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ

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menagerofmischief · 9 months ago

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Dia's Diner (closed)

diner is closed for catch up as I have too many unwritten orders, time of return unknown

Welcome to Dia's Diner, here you'll be able to order your meal (fic) with as many specifications and dishes as you want. We hope you leave satisfied ;)

first step is choosing who you want your fic to be about, so pick a server (you can even pick two)

SERVERS:

Max Verstappen

Charles Leclerc

Carlos Sainz Jr.

Lewis Hamilton

George Russel

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Daniel Riccardo

Alex Albon

Fernando Alonso

Franco Collapinto

Pierre Gasly

Esteban Ocon

Lance Stroll

Ollie Bearman

Kimi Antonelli

Mick Schumacher

Arthur Leclerc

Sebastian Vettel

Mark Webber

Jenson Button

Nico Rosberg

Toto Wolff

every good meal starts with an appetizer, by choosing your appetizer you're setting the main trope of the fic

STARTERS:

charcuterie board (dating)

artichoke dip (brother’s friend)

olives and cheese (friends to lovers)

stuffed cherry tomatoes (sugar daddy)

hummus nachos (teammates)

shrimp cocktail (rivals to lovers)

and how you want it served

HOT OR COLD:

hot appetizer (sweet sex)

cold appetizer (rought sex)

now it's time to order the main dish, feel free to choose as many as you want

MAINS:

lobster (“I love watching my cum leak out from your pussy”)

caviar and oysters (“Gonna look so good full of my babies”)

fish and chips (“Where are your manners?”)

steak (“Made just for me. My pretty little cocksleeve”)

burger and fries (“Hurts? That’s too bad baby, should have thought about it before being such a slut”)

buffalo wings (“Count them for me”)

ramen (“What would your brother think if he saw us?”)

gyros (“Gonna fill you up”)

full english (“My pretty little slut”)

pizza (“My good girl”)

pesto pasta (“Slow down, you just told me to speed up. What’s it gonna be silly girl?”)

carbonara (“Look so good on my cock”)

sausage rolls (“I’ll make it fit”)

sushi (“Better quiet down, you don’t want them to hear us.)

tacos (“I’m gonna give you an attitude check”)

chicken quesadilla (“So pretty with my cock down your throat”)

crab cakes (“Yeah, gonna swallow like a good girl?”)

chicken nuggets (“Couldn’t help being a brat, could you?”)

kimchi (“Be a good girl and take it”)

tomato soup (“Running away from my dick? I don’t think so.”)

cheese fries (“I love making you squirt”)

stuffed potato (“Just where you belong … on your knees for me”)

sarma (“Gonna put a baby in you”)

moussaka (“You look your best covered in my cum”)

caesar salad (“Lie to me again and you’re not gonna like what happens next”)

chicken skewer (“Be a good girl and cum for me”)

mac and cheese (“Only good girls get to cum”)

mango sticky rice (“Next time you try that shit I’ll make him watch while I fuck you”)

chicken fingers (“Yeah, you like being filled in both ends like a slut”)

butter chicken rice (“If you want it then you better beg for it”)

eggs and bacon ("Are you gonna stop moving or am I gonna hold you down?")

spring rolls ("All you do is complain, perhaps I should shut you up")

sloppy joe ("You have the prettiest mouth. Why don't you put it to good use?")

kebab ("Look at that my cock is splitting you in half")

grilled cheese ("I buy you nice things and then I get to fuck you in them. Sounds fair to me")

pot roast ("You going to let me take my anger out on you, sweetheart?")

chili ("Look at you humping my thigh like a bitch in heat")

california rolls ("Scream my name - I want everyone to know who's making you feel this good)

PB&J ("Look at him while I make you cum")

dumplings ("Ride this cock - it's your cock")

black pudding ("There we good, you're such a good girl, taking you punishment so well")

smoked salmon ("My good girl deserves a reward")

fish tacos ("Just lie back and let me take care of you")

seafood boil ("Maybe I'll make a mix tape of your moans to listen to while I drive")

spaghetti with meatballs ("Why don't you put on that pretty little set I bought for you?")

veggie burger ("Feel how hard you make me")

hot dog ("Thought about you while touching myself. The real things is much better")

ratatouille ("I'll mark you up so much no man will dare talk to you again")

bacon pancakes ("I love when you wear dresses. It's so easy to flip it up and fuck you")

chicken alfredo ("You haven't been very good, have you? And you know what happens to bad girls")

avocado toast ("Look at you all dumb and crying on my cock")

lasagna ("Where did all that cockiness go now that it's time to take your punishment?)

gnocchi ("You like when I treat you like a toy, don't you?)

mashed potatoes and gravy ("You had no problem getting fucked in here like a slut. Then you should have no problem walking out there with my cum dripping down your legs")

having a drink with your dish really elevates the experience, drinks represent different kinks

DRINKS:

ice tea (oral giving/receiving)

sweet tea (morning sex)

mint tea (body worship giving/receiving)

redbull (filming sex)

vodka redbull (squirting)

white claw (pegging)

white wine (sir kink)

red wine (daddy kink)

rose (spanking)

champagne (threesome)

old fashioned (drunk sex)

whiskey (double penetration)

mai thai (mirror sex)

cosmopolitan (temperature play)

beer (bondage)

root beer (blindfold)

apple cider (spitting)

apple juice (edging)

orange juice (overstimulation)

pineapple juice (wax play)

boba (anal)

smoothie (hickeys)

matcha (toys)

vanilla milkshake (nipple play)

hot chocolate (dry humping)

chocolate milk (thigh riding)

espresso (dom/sub)

black coffee (chocking)

mocha coffee (degradation)

pumpkin spice latte (losing virginity)

fanta (size kink)

coca-cola (somnophillia)

coke zero (free use)

pepsi (car sex)

lemonade (public sex)

strawberry lemonade (breeding)

coconut water (jealous sex)

sparkling water (phone sex)

iced water (dirty talk)

to end the night you might consider getting a dessert, in this case dessert is aftercare

DESSERT:

yes (aftercare included)

no (aftercare not included)

special instructions: tell me your favorite track/race at the end of your request and I'll throw you in a freebie on the house that goes best with your order

Thank you for visiting! Here at Dia's Diner your pleasure is our priority, so be on the look out for new additions to our menu. Come back again.

A/N: I'm so grateful for each and every one of your requests, but I just ask that you be patient about waiting for it since I don't have much free time because of school.

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dawns-beauty · 25 days ago

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Jib-jabbering about animal mods, with links if that kind of thing interests you.

I decided to cut SkyTest down to just adding two animals I don't have a mod for: farm geese and tiny river crabs. I'm using this goose model and sound replacer for it, it's so much better. Just trying out this light version since it only adds the behaviors, not new animals.

I also got separate mods for sheep and pigs. Look, I'm obsessed with its soulful gaze:

Ended up editing my own version of Diversified Chickens with mashups of Better Than Nando's plus RoboBirdie's models for more diversity. They aren't super HQ, but I don't think they really need to be. Look, variety! Including fluffy chickens like the one I had as a kid!

I know it's old, but I'm also keeping Birds of Skyrim with a few RoboBirdie model replacements for pheasants and this excellent one for chicks. Naturally have skyBirds as well, I've never really had issues with it.

Using Dynamic Animal Variants for everything but dogs and chickens, and edited the wolves a bit to be compatible with True Wolves. I even made a patch for Highland Cows More Wooly I'll probably release on my mod blog.

For dogs, I'm using Diverse Dogs with Vigilance Reborn (with edited textures to make him look like a Karthwolf), True Meeko, Snow Dogs, and Unique Barbas Retexture. Aside from the models, I also use Realistic Dog Sounds and Realistic Husky Sounds, as well as Conditional Dog Barking and Smart No More Stupid Dog Comments. For animations: Casual Dog Animations and New Husky Animations.

I'm finally gutting and remodeling the Dogs of Skyrim mod (something that I tried to do before I knew how to mod) and replacing the models so that NPCs can have a variety of dogs too.

(Believe it or not, I am a cat person. So much so that I'm not satisfied with any cat mods 😭)

I've also got a slew of critters brought in from other games (...mostly Morrowind.):

Vvardvarks

Guars, kagrouti, and nix hounds (plus fixes)

Bantam Guar (plus retexture)

Betty Netch

Shalks

Shroom Beetles (plus ENB glow)

Cliff Racers (ambient) (plus optimized textures)

Grahl

Blood Horkers

Udefrykte

Chub Loons*

Echatere (plus fix)

*I dug out an archived, long-deleted version of Chub Loons: I think the new model is too cartoony.

Other fauna:

Baby Mammoths (plus this mod that adds more random colors :) and also a fix for their footsteps)

Sewer Rats (plus optimized meshes and smaller size)

Crows and Ravens (plus optimized mesh)

Flying Crows

Crabs

Snow Hares of Skyrim

Otters (plus non-aggressive patch and sound edits)

Crystal Mudcrabs

Seagulls of Skyrim

Nocturnal Moths

Lepidoptera - More Butterflies and Moths

Frogs (plus optimized mesh, quieter sounds, and this one for glowing Blackreach frogs :) )

Some more vanilla animals edits:

Better Bats

Real Rabbits HD

Better Foxes

Hulking Horkers

Boars Unbound

Bristleback Boars

Bears and Werebears

Steeds of Skyrim (obsessed with the Nordic unicorn 😍)

SpiRally's Beautiful Butterflies Enhanced

MM - Real Elks

Birds and Flocks

Solstheim Mudcrabs Variant

Highland Cows More Wooly

Holy Cows

Dragons:

Higher Poly Vanilla Dragons

Diverse Dragons

Chaos Dragons (plus tweaks)

KS Dragon Overhaul 2

Dragon Animation Replace (plus DAR/OAR integration)

Creatures Preview

Dragon Combat Animations

Kojak's Inquisitive Dragons (Inquisitive ones only)

I don't recommend all of these together unless you don't mind living in xEdit for awhile

#sassy's modding journal #skyrim #skyrim mods

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shintaru · 1 month ago

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D-d-d-dealin', dealin' with a certified winner Michelin Star's how I like my dinner

m.list ♡ taglist

A/N: I love Mukbang’s, my favorite channel is Tzuyang!

Tagging: @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars

You’re waiting outside the convenience store waiting for your special guest to show up. You begin recording to give your audience a hint on who will be collaborating with you today. You’re a famous mukbang influencer. Your content has many viewers from all over the world and you love inviting many people with different career paths onto your channel.

Today you’ve invited Wooin Yoo, leader and founder of Sabbath crew who was recently in the league of street racing tournament. Their crew recently skyrocketed in popularity after the tournament’s final race despite not being the winners of the tournament you still wanted to invite the crew on. Unfortunately the other crew members were busy so only their leader was able to make it.

As you’re telling your audience that you’ll be eating with a guest at a convenience store today you spot Wooin and wave him over. He is wearing a black zip up hoodie, a black cap, & shades. You giggle to yourself thinking he must be trying to avoid fans. He heads over to you and you introduce him to the camera. “This area was hard to find” he says. “Yeah I picked one that many people don’t know about I hear this one has great reviews.” You reply.

“This convenience store has many hidden gems and I brought sabbath crew’s leader Wooin here with me to try some of their food!” You say adjusting the camera so you and Wooin are now in the frame. “Ah” is all he says you give him a side eye and he makes eye contact with you and you both burst out laughing. “HAHAHAHAHAHS” you’re starting to receive stares from people passing by the store.

“Sorry, I don’t know what to say I’m use to leading our channel so this is a bit different” he says. “That’s ok just be yourself and you’ll be fine” you say smiling to him. He doesn’t seem nervous just unprepared for this type of content. “Let’s head in and get some food” you say. He opens the door for you letting you walk in first and you thank him. You both grab some hand held baskets to hold your items.

“Get whatever you want” you say. You’re recording him showing the camera the items he’s getting. He places a bag of lollipops into his basket. Caramel popcorn, panini’s, kimbap, dumplings, curry, steamed eggs, dango, Thai noodles, sweet and savory ramen, ice cream, chips, juice, water, chicken on skewers, & snack cakes. “I got everything I like” he says. “Alright you can record me now!” You say.

Before you hand him the camera you turn the camera and point it towards his face. You whisper to the camera “isn’t he handsome?” You pass him the camera and adjust your basket. You’re browsing over options when he walks behind you and leans down to whisper in your ear “I heard that” you cover your face and hurry up and enter another aisle. “Where are you going? I have to record you” he says laughing.

“Something looks interesting over here” you try not to sound suspicious. Finally calming your racing heart down you begin picking some of your favorites. Honey butter chips, crab chips, hot chips, shrimp ramen, buldak ramen in a few flavors, Yakult yogurt, banana milk, water, mochi, boiled eggs, kimchi, onigiri, milk cream bread, & a latte. You’re nowhere near done filling your basket but it starts to get really heavy.

As you try to adjust how you hold it Wooin takes your basket “I’ll hold it as you shop” he says. “Thank you” you reply while still looking around for new foods to try. You add some wafers, candy bars, & a few glazed donuts. “Ok I’m ready” you say heading towards the counter. The worker gives you two a concerned look at the amount of food you both have. You pay with your card and head towards the eating area, a table in the back.

Wooin sets up the camera on the table and you both sit side by side in a booth. “Let’s start with the ramen, I’ll go boil the water” he says. You hand him your cup of buldak ramen. He heads over to the water boiling station and pours steaming hot water into both of your cups of ramen. He sits down beside you starting to eat his ramen. “How did you get into cycling?” You ask. “My dad wanted to make him proud.” He replies.

“I hear you quit your team with another member of sabbath to start the crew you’re currently in” you comment. “Yes I quit with Hyuk and together we founded the sabbath crew” he replies. “Hyuk, also known as the grim reaper?” you ask, he laughs at your question and nods his head as he continues eating. You finally take a bite of your ramen and he asks you “so why did you start a mukbang channel?”

“I love food” you reply, making him laugh. An hour and a half rolls by with you two getting to know each other better while eating. You’re both down to only snacks being left. “I don’t know if I can eat anymore,” he says, holding his stomach. “That’s ok you can take some home with you” you reply. “Should we read some comments while we try to finish these snacks?” You ask “Sure~” he says while opening a lollipop.

“They have some chemistry” Wooin reads. “Do we?” You turn and ask him to open your bag of honey butter chips. He takes your bag opening it for you “idk do we” he says with a smile handing you your bag of chips. He steals a chip from your back removing his lollipop to eat it. You look at some other comments. A hater keeps commenting “sabbath sucks you assholes deserve to lose”

You go to block them and apologize to him but he laughs it off. “I love hate comments, it's ok!” he replies. After a while of reading more comments you both finish your snacks and you end your live stream. “Thank you for collaborating with me today!” You say. “You’re welcome, next time I’ll bring my crew” he says. “I’ll be waiting for that” you reply.

“Text me your favorite restaurant, and meet me there when you’re free, this time I’ll pay!” he says. “Are you asking me out on a date?” You question him. “If you want it to be then yes~” he replies. “Ok then it’s a date” you reply. He turns to walk away but you grab him by his wrist he looks down at you confused. You stand on the tips of your toes and kiss his cheek. “I’ll be looking forward to our date” you say and hurry to walk away before he can see that you’re blushing. You can hear him laughing as you scurry away.

#Spotify #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker #wooin windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #wooin yoo #wooin yoo x reader #wooin yu #yoo wooin #wooin #wooin windbreaker x reader #wooin x reader #windbreaker sabbath #sabbath crew #windbreaker manga #windbreaker manhwa #windbreaker anime #mukbang

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alchemistdoctor · 11 months ago

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The Decayed Deadjuice Death Dispenser (part 2)

[masterpost]

“Dude,” Danny said, dumping his loot onto the coffee table and ignoring Tucker’s squawk as he moved his precious laptop out of the way, “I just got shot in the face.”

“What?!” Jazz rounded the corner from the kitchen, holding a teapot in one hand and the tea strainer in the other. “You--”

“I’m fine,” Danny assured her, “normal gun. I startled some dude on a rooftop and he shot me.”

“Was it Batman?” asked Sam, interested, as she scooched around Jazz and came over to steal a spring roll, Tucker tearing into the crab rangoon bag once his baby was tucked away safe.

“No, which is insulting,” Danny huffed, hovering above the coffee table with a container of orange chicken and some chopsticks. “It was just some guy who stunk.”

“That’s rude,” Jazz said, ducking back into the kitchen, and Danny huffed.

“Not figuratively, literally. He smelled like the Realms sewer. Bad vibes.”

Jazz came in, stirring honey into her tea, before folding herself onto the sofa and frowning up at him. “Do you think he��s sick?”

“Probably. But seeing as he shot me in the face, I wasn’t sticking around to ask if he’d seen his ghost doctor lately.”

Sam nodded, considering. “Was he a ghost, then?”

“I— huh.” Danny paused, brow creasing over his chicken, staring into it as he thought. “Maybe? But he used a real gun. He certainly looked physical. Didn’t make my ghost sense go off, but that could have been the bad juju the dude was saturated in. Seriously. Boy needs a bath, stat.” He pointed his chopsticks at Tucker, who snorted a laugh before swallowing the bite in his mouth.

“So just avoid the rank vibes, don’t get shot at.”

Danny hummed.

“Danny, no,” Jazz said, sitting up, and Danny grinned at her, a little too wide.

“But I wanna know how he reacts when I show up with a face, Jazz!”

#the decayed deadjuice death dispenser #dp x dc #dead on main #the gang's all here!

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rieamena · 11 months ago

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storytime!!! so basically im going through a mini writer's block right now so i started cooking to get my mind off it and now all i can think about is cooking with ino takuma

wc: 0.8k contains: pure fluff and nanami's here too i guess, reader is referred to as girlfriend, modern au author's note: fun fact! so i lost most of this and i had to rewrite all of the parts i lost and when i found out i actually started to cry! but i hope yall like it! inbox open for requests + qna questions + anything and everything

first off, i firmly believe this guy is the most mediocre chef EVER. you cannot convince me otherwise. however!, i will give him his props. he can cook his cute lil suspiciously scrumptious dishes when he has the time but that does not stop him from trying to get better at cooking

once you two started dating, he without a doubt begun brushing up on his skills. he went from being able to make a "banger sandwich" to a "banger le poulet frit et les gaufres" which was just chicken and waffles but he's trying okay!!!

he definitely consulted (begged) head chef nanami, as he called him in this situation, to help with his culinary skills. and i'm not talking regular begged, i'm talking groveling at his feet, begged. and nanami obliged, teaching ino how to cook, starting at the very basics, the importance of mise en place: the practice of organizing and preparing your ingredients and equipment before starting to cook

soon enough, ino's culinary lessons with head chef nanami blossomed. he started from basically nothing and now he's mastered the perfect milk to cereal ratio and a near perfect filet mignon. did he know what that was? no. did he watch nanami make it under the excuse of watching is the best form of learning? yes.

but you have to start somewhere! and you have to give him his tens!! he did light the stove and he preheat the oven. he's practically a chef already! and all that watching definitely paid off

"here, try this recipe with your girlfriend." nanami slid a slip of paper over to ino, tiny, uniform inked words on it. "and here is your copy, good luck." an identical piece of paper was given to ino again but it had handwritten notes like pay attention to the flame and i wouldn't recommend substituting this ingredient, it is very vital for the overall taste of the dish

so here you both were in the kitchen, aprons on and eyes peering at the recipe. "step one," takuma started, tightening his apron like he was about to do some serious work. he lifted up a comically large pot and placed it on the stove, pulling out (and flaunting) the crabs he handpicked from the market right after. "get your pot and your crabs."

"step two," you filled the pot halfway with water, sprinkling in a bit of salt and lighting the fire underneath it. "bring your pot of water to a rapid boil."

"what're you doing babe?" your words were clearly a question though it was one that you could answer simply by looking. "i'm paying attention to the flame." takuma pulled your shoulder flush to his, eyes still watching the blue flame with intent and unwavering focus. "i don't think it's going anywhere but okay."

once the water bubbled up violently, ino threw in the crabs and you went to the bathroom to freshen up. you were humming a sweet song while drying your hands when the all too familiar shrill scream of your boyfriend pierced your ears. "takuma?!" you called out, running to the kitchen, hands an uncomfortable damp. and there he was. takuma had the pot lid propped up as if it were a shield, tears pricking his eyes, "baby...", he called out to you. "the crab... it jumped out of the pot..."

"you bought live crabs...?"

"they weren't moving when i bought them."

"ah."

grabbing some nearby tongs, you placed the crab back into the salted water, "wait..., shouldn't we kill them first?" ino slowly nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket, "let's see... wikihow... how to cook a crab..."

"freeze the crabs?!" your in-sync voices rang through your house, bouncing off the walls. "we're not freezing any crabs." you continued, confusion and sass dripping from your lips. "damn right we're not! but, uh, how're we supposed to kill them then?" gulping at your boyfriend's question, you thought for a bit

tugging at one of the drawers, a collection of knives, given to you both by nanami, were revealed. picking the biggest one up and holding it's handle firm and tightly. "surely we could just," the blade sliced through the air, mimicking the swift movement of killing a crab. takuma shook in his place, "hey, queen, you should, uh, watch where you're swinging that. you might hurt yourself," he came closer to you, fingers squeezing and squishing your cheeks. "and then i would have to nurse my pretty girlfriend back to health!"

slapping his hands away playfully, you sighed, "babe, focus! what're we gonna do? i don't wanna kill the crabs..." ino put his hands on his hips, a triumphant smile on his face, "don't worry, i got this."

long story short, he did not.

"oh my god." the plastic fork slipped from takuma's hands clanking against the matching plastic container of takeout

"what?"

"we didn't do mise en place."

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707heart · 4 months ago

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Sebastian or Harvey with someone who's really shy? If that's alright!

hey! this is my first time writing in second-person so it might sound a little cray lol. i hope you enjoyed this! also i wrote abt sebastian because i have never romanced harvey </3

sebastian x shy farmer

wc: 761

You clutched the edges of your formal outfit. You had never liked parties. The noise, the chaos. You suppose this is why you spend so much time at the farm, doing the work that needs to be done. It made a good distraction from actually speaking to the people in the town.

Your best friend, Maru, dragged you through the crowds of people in introduction. It was nothing short of overwhelming, your breathing picking up.

“I need a break,” you said. Maru must have saw the look of horror on your face, because she let you go, making up some excuse to the group before excitedly asking Marnie about her chickens.

Walking to the edge of the clearing in the forest, you spot a figure resting against one of the trees, cigarette in mouth. Once his dark eyes met yours, he was waiting for you to get closer. He had a smile pasted on his face, cig hanging between his lips.

“Wasn’t expecting you to show up. You look really nice,” Sebastian said, offering you his cigarette like he always did. You waved it off like you always did.

You were in no state to talk, too ravaged by all of the socialization you had just been put through. Still, his company was soothing in a way.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked, nudging your shoulder gently.

“Oh! Yeah, just a little overwhelmed,” you mumbled.

Sebastian hummed, taking one final drag before stomping out the cigarette with his polished black boots. It was rare to see him in this sot of getup. You were used to the black hoodie and ripped denim jeans.

“I get it. Me too. I always loiter here at parties,” Sebastian replied, turning to you and smiling gently. It was a smile that had only been reserved for you lately, and you were enjoying the attention.

Still, Sebastian flirting with you sometimes made you feel like a hermit crab without a shell. You flushed, turning away. He looked back toward the crowd.

“You know, you could always be my dance partner. I mean, since we have to do the stupid dance anyway,” Sebastian shrugged, raising an eyebrow at you.

Internally, you screamed. Sebastian asking you to be his partner?

Your skin felt hot, your outfit suddenly feeling a lot tighter. He turned to you. “What do you say?” he asked, raking his eyes over you in a way that made you light up.

—

After the dance, the crowd began to trickle out. Going in front of everyone was kind of a nightmare, but you got through it by maintaining eye contact with Sebastian. Falling into those eyes was easy.

Sebastian stood next to you, the sun setting off of the forest cliff. Slowly, his pinky interlocked with yours. Then the index, then middle, and soon your hands were funny intertwined. He squeezed tight.

“I’ve really liked spending time with you, you know,” Sebastian murmured, lips dangerously close to your ear. “You make good company.”

“I think you’re the first person to say that about me,” you replied with a nervous smile. You drummed up the courage to face him, squeezing his hand.

Sebastian laughed, shaking his head. “I think people just don’t know you very well. But I do,” he said, reaching to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “And I like what I know.”

You blinked up at him, letting out a deep breath that you didn’t know you were holding. Sebastian took your free hand, setting it on his chest. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked, a shyness of his own manifesting in his voice. You were close now, closer than the two of you had ever been.

You nodded, nipping at your bottom lip in anticipation. Your heart was rattling in your chest, rapidly pumping blood through your body in a way that made your head spin. The hand that was touching your hair moved to your jawline.

Slowly, he leaned down to press your lips together. You felt the cool metal of his lip piercing meet your skin. He reached up to hold your hand that was lying on his chest, pressing it further into the material of his shirt.

He laughed against your lips, kissing your cheek. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” he mumbled against the skin there. “Even when I thought you hated me at first, I wanted to.”

It made you laugh and gently whack his chest. “I told you I get nervous!” you said, leaning up to chase him for another kiss.

#stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley fanfiction #stardew sebastian #sdv sebastian #sebastian x farmer #shy!reader #flower dance #fanfiction #fanfic

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urrockstar-xe · 6 months ago

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This is life, merry christmas - j.p x fem!reader

posted 3:23 pm, christmas eve 2024

happy christmas harry :)) i've been meaning to write this one since last year, please enjoy.

not proofread!!!

masterlist

wc: 0.8

Sirius cringed as he watched Remus and James move the tree a third time trying to perfect its position, completely scratching up his brand-new carpet in the process.

“It has to be real, they said, we’ll be careful, they swore!” He threw his hands up in defeat slumping down on the leather couch with a huff.

“We’ll fix it, love, don’t get your knickers in a twist” Remus grumbled back, equally unhappy with how much they had to mess with the oversized log.

“Really feeling the Holiday Glee, cheers boys,” Peter remarked sarcastically as he untangled lights on the floor.

“Hey, mate, have you checked if those work?”

Peter glared at James who quickly shook his head and looked away from the blonde.

You swiftly plugged them in, only to find that none lit up. “Bloody hell!” Sirius groaned, “He’s been toying with those lights for half an hour!”

Peter glared down at his string-covered lap with a defeated expression.

“Okay, I’m gonna make some hot chocolate, how’s that sound boys?” You stood up, happy to leave this grumpy room.

“Great, now we’ve pissed Y/n off!” Sirius grumbled, crossing his arms.

“Maybe bring something for our pads to eat too, yeah?” James asked, looking at you hopefully.

“I’ll order Chinese.” You nodded, picking up the phone on the way to the kitchen.

The sound of bickering hardly diminished as you hid away behind the counter, dialing the number on the refrigerator magnet.

You tried to ignore the feeling of arms snaking around your waist as the phone rang in your ear. “Make sure to order extra orange chicken for Wormy, love,” James muttered against your shoulder. He smelt of cologne and fresh pine.

“Hi! I’m alright. Thank you, how are you? Oh, I’m sure.” James smiled at how you politely laughed at whatever was said about how the other’s day was. “Yes, a delivery-” “Order some of those crab things!” Peter’s voice was followed by more bickers and a quick ”Please and thank you!’

“So, I’ll need two orders of orange chicken, one of kung pao- teriyaki?” You whispered the question to James, knowing his answer already. “Teriyaki” he nodded with a smile, “and chow mein”

“Naturally” you moved the phone back to your ear,

“-oh and, a bunch of crab rangoons! Thank you so much, Happy holidays.” you hung up, earning immediate cheers from the boys.

“Hello, darling” James murmured once you finally paid him the mind he was waiting for, turning to face him properly. “Hi, James.”

“Sorry about all of our fussing tonight. It's not very merry and bright of us, is it?” he chuckled, moving hair out of your face. “That’s alright; I thrive in your chaos.” You shrugged, smiling back before reaching up to fix his slightly crooked glasses.

James thanked you with a soft kiss.

“Oi! They’re tying me up with the lights!” Sirius yelled out in distress, “Kinky, mates!” James called back, smiling at how you laughed when he just went back to kissing you, setting one of his hands on your face.

Another anguished scream from Sirius, followed by nearly manic laughter from Remus and Peter ruined the moment between the two of you. “We should help him” You muttered against James' mouth, earning a dramatic sigh. “He’s quite the grinch tonight, love, maybe this is good for him”

“James”

now a dramatic groan.

“Fiiine.”

With all of the reluctance in the world, James broke away from you, doing a little jog back into the living room to catch the two boys tying seemingly different lights around Sirius’ feet, his hands already tied up and glowing.

“Ah, found lights that worked did you, Wormy?” James smirked at Sirius, crossing his arms. “Remus did actually!” Peter nodded, smiling as he patted Sirius’ knee before standing up. “There, there, my love, those lights reflect beautifully off those curls of yours,” Remus said in his most charming voice, just to get a glare in response from Sirius. “Lovely, my boyfriend hates me and my friends are antagonizing me.” the rockstar grumbled, turning his attention to the tree in the corner.

“James, I said to help him!” You sighed, shaking your head in an attempt to hide your smile from Sirius as you moved to untie his hands.

“Glad somebody loves me,” Remus scoffed, “don’t be daft, Pads,” he muttered, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Sirius’ head, laughing when Sirius tilted his head back to catch the kiss with his lips instead.

“This is just awful.” Peter cringed, “what is?” “Couples, and holidays, blegh.”

“That’s, alright, Petey boy, you’ve got the lights.” Sirius pointed at the pile of dead lights, hands now free to run through his hair and fix his jacket.

“Hardy har”

Peter said in an exaggerated american accent, earning a fit of giggles from his friends.

Sirius stood up, “Seriously though before we finish decorating, we need to vacuum now”

#james potter x reader #james potter x you #james fleamont potter x reader #mauraders x reader #sirius black x platonic!reader #peter pettigrew x platonic!reader #james potter x y/n #the marauders x reader #marauders x reader #marauders fanfiction #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders fic #marauders era #marauders fandom #remus lupin x platonic!reader #remus lupin x sirius black #Spotify

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deluxewhump · 6 months ago

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Wishbone

cw: pet/slave universe, otherwise nothing

His new master, a man of only twenty-nine and still somewhat of a mystery to him, turned to him with an expression of bemused curiosity.

“Did you save this for something?” he asked, holding a piece of chicken carcass in his hand.

It hadn’t occurred to Carlo that the wishbone thing was perhaps not universal until this very moment. He’d done it without thought, more concerned with putting all the dishes away correctly on the first try. But now that Max was asking, it seemed ridiculous he’d cleaned, washed, and left a piece of bird clavicle on the windowsill to dry in the spring sunshine.

“It’s the wishbone,” he said. From Max’s unchanged expression he knew this was not a helpful bit of information and that he’d have to explain himself. “You save the wishbone, dry it out, and then you can… uhm, two people can each make a wish and break it. Whoever gets the longer piece of bone gets their wish. It’s just an old superstition, it’s—”

Stupid, he was going to say, but Max had taken the dried fork of chicken bone between his thumb and forefinger as an upside-down V. “Like this?”

Carlo took the other dry end, yellow as parchment, and nodded.

“And we just… pull?”

“At the same time.”

“Count us down from three then. Pull on one.”

Carlo counted backwards and on one gave a tug. The brittle nexus of bone at the top strained and snapped, and each came away with their portion. Upon comparison, it was clear Max had gotten the longer end, either from luck or a more confident pull at the count of one. Carlo smiled graciously, which he always remembered to do upon losing anything. He’d been distracted by Max’s sudden nearness, their knuckles almost touching, his indistinct but alluring stranger-smell that he was beginning to smell on his own clothes now as he used the same detergent, the same shampoo, that he’d forgotten to even make his wish. Perhaps fortune always favored an wishmaker over an abstainer.

“Can I tell you my wish, or is it like a birthday wish type of thing?” asked his new master with a hint of a smile that narrowed his eyes.

“I—don’t know.” As many wishbones as he and the cooks Erik employed had snapped between them over the years, it had never come up. He tried to guess which answer this man might want, if there was one.

“I’ll tell you if it comes true, how’s that?” Max said, and gave him his end of the wishbone. They looked like an archaeology find in his palm, broken but with the whole they had once been plausible and obvious. He thought of his life in similar terms, pulled from the cushioning flesh and tendon he’d come to rely on, left high and dry to be suddenly and irreparably snapped into two pieces. He was immediately a little ashamed of the cliche. Erik would say ‘life as a snapped wishbone’ was only appropriate for the imagination of a middle class child of divorce. You’d win a sixth grade poetry contest with that champion of a metaphor for sure, Lo, he’d say dryly.

Intending to throw away the bones, he found himself instead watching from the kitchen window as a spring wind shook the blossoms of the apple trees in the backyard. Max told him the hard and sour crab apples they produced were technically edible, but that as a boy he’d stabbed them onto sharpened sticks and flung them as far as he could instead, imagining he was operating a trebuchet mid battle.

One of the bones was poking into his palm. Half subconsciously, he’d been tightening his grip to feel the needling bite of it and letting off when the sensation grew too sharp. It left a white indent in the skin, turning red as blood returned to the spot. He tossed the pieces in the trash beneath the kitchen sink. At the vast kitchen island behind him, Max was talking on the phone with a colleague— or a friend, it was sometimes hard to tell, but Carlo felt his gaze anyway and turned, confirming that his new master was watching him. It was a gentle gaze, though. One that asked only what are you thinking about? When Carlo met his eyes, he looked away politely.

#I hope if you see this you have a happy NYE :)#I just needed to practice even if it’s with these two #do you save your wishbones?

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bellyaz · 6 months ago

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Pasta & Lobster

(Inspired by @brownsugarxo1 )

“Good evening. James, table for two?” He said to the hostess who swiftly seated the man and his date.

“Right this way.” She replied.

“I’m suprised you recognized me.” She said as they headed to their table.

“How come?” He replied with smirk.

She grabbed her stomach on either side and squeezed it, making her outline more prominent, “I don’t exactly have my old stripper body anymore.”

The truth was, he almost didn’t recognize her. He was out grocery shopping one day when he ran into her. The first thing he saw was a stomach being constrained by tight little dress and the owner of that stomach pulling at the fabric around it. Then he looked up to see if the face matched the body. That’s when he finally recognized her.

He let out a low grin, “I could never forget that face, Princess.” He grabbed her chin and slickly swiped his middle finger across her newly formed double chin.

She blushed before sitting down at the booth. The new position made her stomach more prominent and it was starting to become harder than it already was for him to control himself.

She had her hair done in her signature style, wearing this little black backless dress that she looked like she had to squeeze into, which beautifully displayed her newly formed back rolls, bulging belly, and voluptuous breasts, and fat ass. Everything sat so perfectly on her.

He adjusted his pants before sitting down himself.

The waiter came to take their orders.

“I’ll just start with your chopped salad and a bottle of Moët for the table.” He said before looking at her.

Her eyes widen briefly.

“Uh, I’ll just have the Cesar salad, please.”

He shot her a confused look.

“You can order what you want. You don’t needa play shy.”

“Are you sure?” She smiled.

He nodded.

“Can I also get the crab stuffed mushrooms, crab cakes, and calamari.” She turned the page, “Oh! And an order of the garlic mashed potatoes.”

“Make that two please.” He interjected. “Any drinks?” He asked.

“Oh, a blackberry gimlet and a Coke, please.”

“Alright, I’ll have your drinks out in just a moment and your food should be out shortly after.” The waiter said with a smile.

We thanked him before he walked away.

She chuckled, “We can share if you’d like. I know that was a lot.” Secretly hoping he’d reject the offer cause she wanted it all to herself.

He shook his head, “Don’t worry bout it, that’s all you.”

“That’s why you were my favorite.”

He raised an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

She nodded whilst batting her eyes.

They spent a little while longer catching up and flirting.

“Your drinks, ma’am.” The waiter said, placing her drinks in of her. She thanked him as he placed their glasses down and poured the pair a glass of wine.

“Have we decided what we want for our entrees?”

“I’ll have the ribeye with a side of fries.” He spoke before looking at his date.

“You said whatever, right?”

“Whateva you want, princess.” He whispered back.

“Can I get the lobster surf and turf with the lobster Mac and the stuffed chicken breast with an order of fries, please?”

“Perfect, I’ll put these in. I’ll be right back with your appetizers.”

They had a little more conversation until their first round of food came out.

He watched her as she unconsciously licked her bottom lip and examine everything that was about to be put in front of her. But, before everything could be placed in front of her, she dug in. She picked up one of her crab cakes and took a healthy bite. She smiled as she chewed.

She took another bite before she noticed him staring at her. She put her food down and covered her mouth until she swallowed.

“Sorry,” she blushed. “I haven’t eaten all day… I got excited.” She lied, knowing that a few hours before her date she ordered a big plate of pasta and a half loaf of garlic bread from one of her favorite spots.

“You’re fine.” He said lowly, with a smirk.

After what felt like forever, all the food was placed and the waiter dismissed himself.

She wasted no time digging back in. He noticed her taking small bites and trying to savor everything, but he also noticed that it seemed to be… a challenge for her. Like she was holding herself back.

“Is the food alright?” He asked.

She nodded with a mouthful of food.

She covered her mouth, “It’s really good.”

“Just making sure. Looked like you were eating slow, so I thought there was something wrong.”

“No, it’s fine. I promise.”

“Good, you might wanna speed it up though, we may not have space on the table for the mains with all these plates here.” He said gesturing to her array of appetizers.

Something about his tone sent a tingle down her spine. It was like he was teasing her for ordering so much, but he still wanted her to eat more.

But, she did as she was told. She took bigger bites, up to three at a time, whilst keeping up their conversation. She did her best to finish up before the main events got there, even putting calamari on top of the mushrooms just to make everything go down faster. All the while, he kept her glass full of the wine that was starting to go to her head.

He could tell her inhibitions were lowering. She was chattier, more giggly, she had stopped excusing herself after her inevitable burps, and perhaps his favorite part, she had started holding onto her stomach.

She made her way through most of her starters before the mains came, leaving only half of the salad behind.

She mimed a clap as the waiter placed her food down, and once again, she imediately went after it.

She shoved a few fries in her mouth before drenching her steak and lobster in butter sauce.

Once again, he topped her glass off as he enjoyed the show.

She ran through the surf and turf in just over 10 minutes and was now working on the Mac and cheese. But, he noticed she was slowing down.

She huffed in between bites, “I’m starting to get full.”

“Aw, don’t say that.” He cooed. “I don’t want this night to be over yet.”

She smiled and tilted her head, “Who said it’s over?”

He licked his bottom lip, “Are you tryna get me in your bed?”

“Mmm, maybe.” She threw her glass back to her head, finishing the little bit that was left before circling the rim with her finger. “I might need another glass or two before I make my mind up.”

He poured her up another glass without breaking eye contact.

She continued staring him down as she polished off the glass in one go.

She then piled a glob of Mac and cheese onto her fork then slowly and seductively ate it.

He took his bottom lip between his teeth.

She smirked, she had him figured out.

“Mm, it’s so good… but it’s sooo heavy.” She groaned.

She noticed his eyes widen.

“How so?”

She shrugged, “You can just tell they used a lot of oil and cheese.”

“You want to send it back?” He asked, hoping she would say no.

“Nah, I like it like that.” She said before taking another hefty bite. “I know. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help it.”

He snapped out of his trance, “Well, I’m glad you like it.” He stumbled.

“Ugh, Im gonna be so bloated later.” She giggled, as if she wasn’t already bloated.

He looked down and noticed her stomach starting to spill onto the table. He shifted in his chair, trying to control his arousal.

“What’s wrong with that?” He asked, once again topping her glass off. “Part of life.” He shrugged.

The waiter came back to check on the pair.

“Can I get you guys anything else?”

“Just a to-go box, please.” She said.

“I’ll take a box too, and the bill, please.”

“So…” she said eating the final bite of her side. “Your place or mine?”

Part 2?

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spacesapphi · 11 months ago

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HES Trio Headcanons (the third)

That's right guys, another one (my brain is rotted). These three live in my head rent free

some the Shane ones are sad again, sorry

Elliott

-had a pet hermit crab as a kid, he's always been a friend of the crabs!

- prefers fancy, decorative candles to scented ones. The prettier the better!

- trying his best to make his room look like Howls from Howls Moving Castle. That clutter of beautiful trinkets is exactly what he wants for a setup

- loves wearing his hair in braids, but is terrible at doing braids on himself. He usually asks Leah

- Willy is like a father to him. His bio father was not a kind man, and Willy is everything he wished his father could be and more

- Willy taught him how to fish too, and he's actually pretty good at it!

- very into a "method acting" style of writing, as in he'll live like a character he's trying to write for a while until he feels like he can realistically interpret them in his writing

- faked a British accent for about a month in middle school because he thought it sounded very sophisticated and artsy

Harvey

- won't tell anyone, but he enjoys little Saturday morning cartoons now and then. It reminds him of the moments of joy he felt when he was little and he cherishes that

- tried to shave off his mustache once and seeing how he looked without it scared him so bad he vowed not to do it again. It looks so bad 😭💔

- wears that Ebenezer scrooge lookin nightgown and cap unironically, swears that it helps him sleep better

- lactose intolerant and has a gluten allergy. He doesn't like cheese and baked goods because of it, they make him really sick

- that being said, if u made/bought him gluten free stuff he would act like he owes his life to you

- once he was at the library at the same time Penny was tutoring the kids. It was during free reading time and Vincent told him he looked like a character in the book he was reading. It was Geronimo Stilton. Harvey has still not recovered from that

- really wanted siblings as a little kid but never had them, so he created an imaginary friend for himself and pretended to go on aviation missions with them

- has a lil gap between his front teeth, he gets a bit shy about it, but it's cute when he smiles and you can see it

Shane

- I changed my height headcanon, bro is 5'3 now

- his ENTIRE family is very short, his mom and Marnie are 5'0. Jas' parents were tall though so once she's older she's absolutely towering over Marnie and Shane

- had very long hair before taking in Jas. For many reasons, especially maintenance, he's kept it short since adopting her

- Him stealing food from Joja is a habit built from necessity, from the time before he moved back in with Marnie. He got to the point financially that he was often stealing food for him and Jas, because he was often forced to choose between groceries and paying rent.

- he's not a vegetarian, but he refuses to eat chicken specifically. Everytime he tries, he just can't bring himself to do it. He loves chickens too much

- even then, he still ate very little. Stealing was risky and he wanted to make sure Jas was given what she needed first. He always had her eat first, and would eat whatever she didn't, like crusts or veggies she didn't like. The night he moved back in with Marnie was the first time he had an actual meal in about a year

- After he starts recovery, he tries to be better friends with Penny given that she's Jas' teacher. She isn't very interested in being close with him, but he still tries to be friendly

- has an arsenal of dad jokes at the ready at any given moment, you are not prepared for how corny this man gets

- forever salty that LEWIS of all people is beating him on the junimo kart leaderboards

- He and Sam have a workplace besties kinda relationship. They still stay pretty good friends after Joja closes, Shane goes to all of his bands shows to show support

- the only festivals he really cares about are the egg festival, luau and Stardew valley fair. The rest he'll go to because it makes Jas and Marnie happy, but those three he has a passion for

#stardew valley #sdv #hes trio #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #sdv elliott #stardew valley harvey #sdv harvey #elliot stardew valley #stardew harvey #stardew valley elliott #Stardew Valley headcanons

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buffetlicious · 5 months ago

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Nephew didn’t want steamed rice and he asked for the Yang Zhou Fried Rice (扬州炒饭). We got him a medium portion (S$10) to share with those who may preferred a little more carbo. The savoury fried rice has got that wok hei (breath of the wok) and is packed with quite a few other ingredients like char siu, crab stick, peas, egg and spring onion.

Everyone loves fried chicken so we had the Prawn Paste Chicken (虾酱鸡). The appearance is not really Instagram worthy but the umami flavour of the crispy and succulent wings won us over.

Instead of the usual sweet and sour pork, we order the Sweet & Sour Sliced Fish (酸甜鱼片). Would have been nicer if the batter coated fish is still crispy and the flesh is too firm for my liking.

Cereal Sotong (麦片苏东) was a letdown with too thick a batter and rubbery texture. Sotong is Malay word for squid. My brother also commented that the cereal was on the sweet side and I have to agree with him. Maybe we should have opted for the prawn instead.

The Yam Ring (佛钵飘香) is deep-fried separately then filled with a medley of sautéed vegetables and seafood like prawn, squid and scallop. Normally, there would be crunchy cashew nuts added but I don’t see it anywhere and sis said the colour of the yam basket is too dark a colour though still tasted decent.

This Claypot Superior Pot (砂煲一品锅) is the most expensive of the dishes coming in at S$50. But is chocked with plenty of seafood like fish maw, prawn, scallop, sea cucumber and mushroom. The brown thickened gravy goes well with the bowl of white rice.

A large plate of stir-fried Sambal Sweet Potato Leaf (参巴番薯叶) is up next. The tender leaves and stems of the sweet potato plant is cooked with sambal chilli which give the vegetable a spicy kick.

The last dish of the night is this Salt Egg Prawn (咸蛋虾). Everyone was looking forward to it but it turned out to be the worst disappointment that night. The prawn fritters were supposed to be crispy but it came smothered in the salt egg sauce and ended up mushy. Moreover, there isn’t enough salt egg yolk in there so it is more milky sweet than savoury fragrant.

Compared to last year’s Reunion Dinner (团圆饭), the overall standard of the food at the restaurant had deteriorated a lot. Not sure if it is because different chefs are manning the kitchen or some other reasons but we have decided to patronize another restaurant next year.

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punkrockmlchael · 4 months ago

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Telling Him You're Pregnant - Corroded Coffin Version

Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

@keeryhours + @losingmygrasponreality + @the-witty-pen-name made me do this one, so... also I had so much fun coming up with these fun ideas so I hope you enjoy reading them hehe

Includes: Eddie, Jeff, Gareth and Grant (Freak) - all x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy for all, but nothing too descriptive! Fluff of telling the him you're pregnant and his reaction!

Eddie:

(Word Count: 402)

"Chinese tonight?" Eddie asked, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as you took the takeout containers from the brown bag.

"Mhm," you smiled up at him, opening the takeout container of fried rice. "I have been craving some beef and broccoli and fried rice," you added, grabbing a plate carefully. You put some rice and beef and broccoli on the plate before you grabbed another plate for Eddie. "I got you some orange chicken," you smiled, making him a plate.

"Crab Rangoons?" Eddie asked, looking through the bag.

"Duh," you replied, grabbing out another container from the bag. "You cannot get Chinese food without crab Rangoons," you smiled, looking at Eddie.

"Oh, so true, darling," Eddie smiled, grabbing some forks for the drawer behind him.

"Oh, look! Fortune cookies," you smiled, handing one to Eddie. "Who says we can't have dessert before dinner?" You asked, opening the tiny wrapper of your fortune cookie. You broke the cookie open and looked at the writing on the paper, smiling.

"What's it say?" Eddie asked, looking at you.

"It says, 'an amazing adventure awaits you,' huh," you said, taking a bite of your fortune cookie. Eddie smiled, opening the wrapped of his before he broke the cookie and read the fortune.

"What the fuck?" He asked, reading over the fortune again. "This says I'm going to be a dad soon," he commented, looking up at you. You smiled innocently, looking at Eddie.

"Fortunes always seem to come true, don't they?" You asked.

"Are you..." he trailed off, raising an eyebrow. "Is this real?"

"Yeah, it is." You nodded, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his neck gently. "I'm pregnant," you added softly.

Eddie smiled, arms wrapping around your waist gently as he looked at you. "You're pregnant?" He asked, making sure he heard you correctly.

You nodded, leaving a soft kiss on his lips. "Mhm," you hummed, pulling away slightly. "You're going to be a dad soon."

"Well, shit," he smiled, kissing you again. "I love you baby girl," he mumbled, "I can't wait to try all your weird food cravings."

You giggled, looking up at him. "I love you too, Eddie. Come on, let's go eat." You smiled, grabbing your plate.

"Oh, no," he said, taking the plate from your hands, "allow me to carry this, baby girl," he said, walking towards the table.

"Thanks, Eddie," you giggled, shaking your head.

Jeff:

(Word Count: 406)

"Are you baking something?" Jeff asked as he walked into the kitchen with a small smile. "Smells like cinnamon and sugar," he commented, sitting at one of the chairs at the counter.

"I am!" You smiled, looking at him as you mixed the frosting up in the bowl on the counter. "I'm making cinnamon buns." You added, looking up at him.

"Cinnamon buns?" He smiled, watching you. You nodded, setting the bowl on the counter as you walked to the oven to check the homemade cinnamon buns you had in there.

"Yeah, I have a bun in the oven," you smiled, opening the oven slightly to peek in.

"A bun in the oven?" Jeff asked, sneaking a taste of the frosting you mixed up earlier. "Well, yeah. You're making cinnamon buns." You giggled, shaking your head slightly as you laughed. You were hoping it would be obvious for him, especially since you and Jeff had been trying to get pregnant recently. “Why are you laughing?” Jeff asked, watching as you took the cinnamon buns out of the oven and set them on the counter gently to cool.

“I’m laughing because I love you and you’re funny,” you replied, pouring the frosting over your freshly baked cinnamon buns.

“Thank you?” He asked, standing up. He walked towards you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. “You know, baby girl, I love your baked goods but, what’s the occasion?” He smiled, leaving a kiss on your neck. “You never bake without an occasion.”

You smiled, looking at him. “We have a bun in the oven.”

“You just took them out? Are you making more?” He asked, looking back towards the oven before looking back at you.

“No, Jeff,” you giggled, looking at him. “I mean, we’re pregnant.” Jeff’s smiled altered as he looked at you, taking a step back gently.

“Really?” He asked, looking at you. You smiled, nodding.

“Really. I’m pregnant.”

Jeff’s face lit up as he moved towards you again, picking you up and spinning you around gently as he left kisses all over your face. “You’re pregnant, holy shit.” He smiled more, leaving a soft kiss on your lips. His right hand moved to your stomach gently, rubbing over the current nonexistent bump. "God, we're going to be parents," he mumbled, smiling at you. "I love you, baby."

"I love you too, honey," you smiled, kissing his lips again.

Gareth:

(Word Count: 469)

“Hey, Robin!” You smiled, walking into the coffee shop. Robin looked up from the espresso machine and smiled.

“Hey, girl! Your usual today?”

You hesitated, nodding slightly. “Can you make it a decaf, though? Can’t have too much caffeine right now. Oh! And can you make Gareth a latte with caramel? I’m going to surprise him with it; he's in the studio right now working on a new song.”

“Okay, decaf for you… are you on new medication or something? But got it, hot or iced for Gareth’s?”

“Not exactly… but, hot. Can you write something on his cup for me?”

"Yeah, what's up?" She asked, grabbing a sharpie. You looked at her and smiled innocently.

Once you had both coffees you made your way to the studio where you knew Gareth would be working on a new song. He was so excited about this song, talking to you about it left and right. You sipped your own coffee slowly, smiling as the sweet flavor hit your tongue.

You pushed through the door, earning a smile from Eddie as he nodded at you. Gareth was currently recording a drum part of the song, so you stood and watched, making sure the note on his coffee cup was hidden against your palm.

"What brings you here?" Eddie smiled, looking up at you from your chair.

"Brought Gareth some coffee," you smiled back, lifting his coffee cup up slightly.

"Well, once he's done with this set you can have him for an hour or so while we get lunch," Eddie nodded. You smiled a little more, looking up at Gareth as he continued to drum the new beat he had been working on.

After he was finished, he walked out and smiled at you, wrapping his arms around you gently. "Hey, baby girl, what brings you here?"

"Got you coffee!" You smiled, handing him he cup.

"Oh, yeah? Thanks baby, I could really use this today.” He took the cup from you sipping on it slowly before the words on it caught his eye. He turned the cup gently, reading the words Robin had written on the cup earlier.

Gonna need more coffee because you're going to be a dad!

Gareth's eyes widened as he looked at you, "what the fuck is this?" He asked, stepping closer to you. "Holy shit, is this real? Did you grab the wrong coffee cup?"

You smiled, shaking your head slowly, "no, it's real. You're going to be a dad. I'm pregnant."

Gareth smiled wider, setting his coffee down before he took the coffee from your hand as well, setting it on the table next to his. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, spinning you around before he kissed your lips lovingly. "God, I love you, you're going to be such a hot mom."

Grant (Freak):

(Word Count: 334)

“These are so cute!” You giggled, looking through the baby onesies you had picked up for your sister’s baby shower. The bright pink onesies all had cute little designs on them, and they were all perfect for your new niece.

“Yeah?” Grant asked, smiling as he watched you wrap the onesies and place them in the gift bag carefully. “Those are cute,” he commented smiling as you threw the sparkly tissue paper into the bag after the onesies.

“Aren’t they?” You asked, setting the bag on the counter gently. “That reminds me! While I was online shopping, I found this,” you added, grabbing a small wrapped box. You handed it to Grant, smiling at him. “It’s for you… well, kind of,” you mumbled.

“For me? Kind of?” He smiled, grabbing the box from you carefully.

“Just, open it,” you nodded. “It’ll make more sense once it’s open.”

He smiled, looking up at you as he began unwrapping the box carefully. He placed it on the counter and opened the lid, looking down at the white onesie in the box that said My Daddy’s In The Band.

He looked up at you, raising an eyebrow as he picked the onesie up, his eyes spotting the positive pregnancy test beneath it.

“Really?” He asked, dropping the onesie from his hands before he moved towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. “Like, really really?”

You giggled, smiling up at him. “Really, really,” you said, kissing his lips softly. “I’m pregnant.”

“Holy shit,” he mumbled, kissing your lips again. “We’re having a baby?”

“We’re having a baby,” you nodded, smiling more.

“Fuck, princess, I love you,” he muttered, kissing your lips repeatedly. “And I love you,” he mumbled, kneeling down to leave a soft kiss on your stomach.

“I love you too,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair. “And, they’re going to grow up with the best dad ever.”

“And the best mom ever,” Grant smiled, looking up at you.

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