#and while his culinary skills are excellent

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/7: Apple

Pairing: Cherik

Word Count: 535

Additional tags: “modern” setting, otherwise unspecified AU, no powers, canon disabled character, author is not Jewish but an attempt at keeping kosher was still made, tooth-rotting fluff (as per usual)

Side note: any info about kosher meats was obtained via Google. If it’s not right (or if the mentioned preparations aren’t okay), I apologize. Like I said before, I’m trying not to put TOO MUCH planning or forethought into these drabbles, lol. They were almost going to talk about eating squid and octopus before I thought to check.

Also I know the whole giving teachers apples thing hasn’t been in style in a very long time. I don’t even remember people doing it when I was a kid. It’s an alternate universe, man - just go with it!

Random fun fact: Honeycrisp apples were patented in 1988!

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The first day of the school year, Charles’ desk was practically covered in apples. Some red, others green, some marbled with yellow. All were perfectly ripe, without bruise or blemish, and filled his classroom with a delicious, fruity aroma. Even the other teachers, who received a few apples of their own, were mildly jealous of the affection Charles’ students had for him.

A bit too much affection, in some cases. More than once he had to gently tell a student that, while he appreciated their regard, there were several reasons why their relationship had to remain purely professional. Such as their age, and the general inappropriateness of such a thing. And there was also his husband, who found the sheer amount of apples Charles brought home every year an endless source of amusement. Plenty for cider, for pies, for baking, or any other different permutations the two of them could conjure.

“Next year you should ask for some Honeycrisps,” Erik said that night as he stored the bags - and bags and bags - of produce.

“Got a few recipes in mind, have you?” Charles teased. With relative ease, he moved himself and his chair around their table, setting out plates and silverware.

His husband shrugged. “Not really. I just rather enjoy them. And there are so few chances these days to indulge.”

“Who would have thought you’d have the sweeter tooth between us?” There was a wine bottle on the counter. Charles took it down and brought it to the table. Excellent vintage, he thought. All that remained was the meal itself. With that in mind, he maneuvered himself out of the wheelchair and into one of the dining seats. Just in time for Erik, finally sans apples, to set the steaming dish right down in the center of the table. Charles thought it smelled absolutely divine, and said as much.

Erik blushed, though he would have denied doing so if asked. “Just an old family recipe tonight, Charles. Nothing special.”

“Anything you make for us is special, my love.”

Before going to his own seat, Erik leaned down to kiss Charles, his own way of silencing the compliments. Though he took pride in his work, Erik still couldn’t help how giddy he got from his husband’s praise.

Charles smiled as they parted. “Except,” he looked thoughtful, “for that albacore tartare from a few months ago.” His stomach growled angrily at the reminder. Sometimes, Erik’s culinary experiments were a bit too ambitious for his digestive system.

Erik grimaced. “I’m never living that down, am I?”

“Not any time soon.”

They both laughed at that. At the very least, the memory was a pleasant one, even if neither had been very happy at the time.

Sometime later, after their bellies were full of roasted meat, veggies, and wine, and they were curled up together on the sofa, Erik squeezed Charles closer, dropping a kiss to the hair of the lightly dozing man.

“I love you,” he said. Charles mumbled out a reply that might have been a returned sentiment. Might also have been gibberish. Either way, Erik was satisfied.

Almost.

“Charles,” he murmured, somewhat deep in thought, “how do you feel about… baked haddock?”

[meowjuz]

You were attempting to bake Martha Kent's famous apple pie. Flour dusted your hair and the kitchen looked like a small, sugary explosion had occurred. You were currently wrestling with the rolling pin, trying to get the stubborn dough to cooperate, muttering under your breath.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains, and a familiar figure was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a bemused smile playing on his lips. It was Clark.

He watched your valiant struggle for a moment before quietly saying, "Having a little... domestic disturbance?"

You glared at the dough, then at him, leaving a smear of flour on your cheek as you pointed the rolling pin accusingly. "This dough is actively fighting me, Clark. I think it's sentient."

Clark chuckled, pushing off the doorframe and stepping into the kitchen, carefully navigating the minefield of spilled flour and apple chunks. "Maybe it just needs a little... super persuasion?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips. "Oh, I'm sure your heat vision would be very persuasive, but I'd rather not end up with a carbonized apple crisp."

He feigned offense. "Hey! I have excellent control. I could probably just... warm it into submission." He made a dramatic gesture with his hands, as if focusing heat vision on the dough.

"Yeah, and probably set off the smoke detector while you're at it," you retorted, finally managing to flatten a section of the dough into a vaguely circular shape. It was still lopsided but progress was progress.

Clark leaned over and peered at your handiwork. "It's... rustic," he offered diplomatically.

"Rustic and slightly terrifying," you corrected. "My culinary skills clearly peaked at making toast."

He chuckled again and reached out, gently taking the rolling pin from your flour-covered hands. "Here, let me show you a trick." He then proceeded to effortlessly roll out the dough into a perfect circle with a few smooth movements, making it look ridiculously easy.

You watched, jaw slightly dropped. "Okay, that's just showing off."

"Maybe a little," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "But hey, at least we'll have a pie that doesn't resemble abstract art."

You playfully swatted his arm, leaving a white streak on his shirt. "Easy for you to say, Mr. Super Kneader."

He grinned, his blue eyes sparkling. "Well, someone has to bring the super to supper." He carefully placed the dough in the pie dish. "Now, about that apple filling..."

You both spent the next few minutes well mostly Clark assembling the pie, with you occasionally "supervising" and offering helpful commentary. By the time the pie was finally in the oven, the kitchen was still a disaster, but the air was filled with the promising scent of cinnamon and apples, and you were both laughing.

"You know," Clark said, leaning against the counter, his arm around your waist, leaving a floury smudge on your back, "maybe we should just stick to you handling the eating part of baking."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, a smile in your voice. "Sounds like a delicious plan."

[cherryrainn]

Can I request headcanons with Adam and husk *separate* with fem s/o? P.S. reader is a sinner please

ADAM AND HUSK WITH A SINNER S/O HEADCANONS .

pairing ; adam + reader, husk + reader

note ; thank you for your ask!

warnings ; none

ADAM ★

adam knows about your sins, but he's surprisingly chill about it.

he figures everyone's got some skeletons in their closet, and he's not one to judge.

that's a lie if it was anyone but you he would probably make fun of them but

he's the first man, so he's seen it all.

when an extermination is about to go down, adam discreetly pulls some strings to ensure that you're not targeted during the extermination.

he may be stern in his role, but when it comes to you, he's willing to challenge the timetable.

adam's ego is larger than his fucking wings

he flaunts his perfection, boasting about never making mistakes.

you roll your eyes, but deep down, something is endearing about his unshakable confidence.

he's like your guardian angel.

he doesn't give two shits about "hell's bummer atmosphere" if it means he can come down to see you in the hall

adam tries to cook for you.

let's just say his celestial culinary skills are a work in progress.

you appreciate the effort, even if the taste is questionable.

somebody out there is probably aware of this

HUSK ★

surprise forehead kisses from husk when he's feeling particularly sentimental (and maybe a bit tipsy).

husk surprising you with a small, heart-shaped trinket he found during one of his trips to the casino, claiming he got it for you "by accident."

him grumbling about the annoyingly cute couple at the bar while discreetly slipping his hand into yours under the table

joint napping sessions on lazy afternoons, with husk claiming that it's the only activity he excels at.

husk's tough exterior crumbles when he thinks you're not looking, stealing quick glances filled with genuine affection.

surprise gifts of your favorite snacks and drinks!!

he puts them in places where he knows you'll find them.

if you were stressed out or something;

just imagine him bringing over a bottle of your favorite drink

claiming it's the ultimate stress reliever, and joining you in a laid-back evening.

if you don't drink, imagine it as your favorite snack or something

quiet moments of just being there, husk sitting with you in comfortable silence.

he's just there for you, always

[thedemises]

——— A BITE OF LOVE。 ★ jiaoqiu.

note; og idea — the idea of feeding your partner food & kissing them over the pots is so beautiful n intimate I wanna cry /j

“say, ‘aaah’ ,” a spoon was brought over to where your lips are, a red liquid emitting a spicy yet delicious scent into the air enters your nostrils. even while you're reading, jiaoqiu always has an excuse to make you his taste testee for his new dish.

“mhmm,”

your eyes still remain focused on your own business as you obediently open your lips for him to push the spoon into your mouth, the splash of hot flavor hits your tongue as you savour the tasty soup your partner had provided you to taste — of course, he made sure to blow on the spoon for you beforehand.

although it tasted as it was you expected from his excellent culinary skills, despite being a healer (“using food to treat my patients is my specialty, y'know,” is what you recall him saying a while ago), something was off; a missing element perhaps.

“well?” his large, furry tail sways behind him while jiaoqiu anticipated for your awaiting response, eyes shut with a smile and scheme in his heart, he knows how honest you can be with your feedback — which is why he deems you best when it comes to tasting his spices and whatnot, or anything in general; if you will.

even though your eyes were trained on something else at the moment, you still paused to make the effort to share your thoughts on jiaoqiu's soup.

“it just needs a pinch of salt, but it still tastes as exceptional as you are.” you remarked just as you slowly turned a page, your eyes flickering from the book to settle on jiaoqiu, unintentionally giving him a chance to lean in and press a chaste kiss on the lips.

it felt like a second too long but he pulled away just as quickly as it came, chuckling a bit at your taken aback expression.

“thank you,” and just like that, jiaoqiu swiftly leaves your area with a satisfactory look on his face. his tail swaying behind him while he makes his exit out of the room.

you stare dumbfounded from where he just left; the flavoring of pepper, paprika, chili powder, and other constituents still lingers on your tongue like an unforgettable, pungent aroma.

subsequently that same day, jiaoqiu had called you over to help him prepare rations for his patients. despite your initial confusion, you still agreed to help either way — to help others is something you like to do, occasionally.

“here, see if you like this,” jiaoqiu, yet again, calls you over as he motions for you to try something he’s eager for you to taste. of course you can't say no — although you're busy mixing something in one of the pots and the two of you are just a few feet apart in the kitchen — you faced your body towards him and moved forwards. you notice him offering something that seems to have filling of some sorts, it looks delicious too that you can't seem to resist... well, it's jiaoqiu; anything he makes is very appetizing.

with an eager bite, the treat yielded to your teeth, releasing a burst of flavor that spread across your tongue. the creamy filling mingled with the crisp outer layer, creating a harmonious blend that made you hum with delight. the contrasting textures and tastes melded together perfectly, creating a delicious explosion on your palate. you hum in delight, expressing your visible contentment.

“mm, that's good.”

you comment, gazing back at jiaoqiu with a smile and he smiles back; satisfied with your reaction as he settles the treat to the side on a plate.

“I think your food's trying to escape—it's on your face,” the foxian chuckles as he points out the small mess you had on the side of your mouth, where a smudge of filling lingers as you savor the last bites of the treat. you murmur a small ‘oh,’ and your hand reaches to wipe it off for yourself.

then, with a quick motion, jiaoqiu swipes the smudge of filling from your face onto his finger before you could. pausing for a moment, he brought it to his lips and licked it right off.

“mm...” he lets out a noise of consideration, a playful glint in his eyes as he savors the flavor. “... delicious.”

the peach foxian whispers and leans in, pressing a brief yet tender kiss to the corner of your mouth where the smudge had been, a fleeting act of affection that lingers longer in your heart than on your skin. without a word, he steps away, returning to whatever task had called him, as if the moment was as natural as breathing.

for a heartbeat, the world feels suspended, the gentle warmth of his gesture radiating through you. it’s only the soft bubbling of the soup in the pot that pulls you back to reality, your hand resuming its stirring almost instinctively. though your thoughts remain adrift, you can't help replaying the sweetness of the moment in your head.

© thedemises 2024. do not feed to ai, copy, steal, rewrite, or claim as your own. I will hunt you down for my sake.

[thewritetofreespeech]

Could I request Astarion with a chef s/o who loves sharing her cooking with everyone?

He wants to like this. Truly.

The first few decades of being a vampire Astarion missed the taste of food. Disgusted that he had to resort to rats. Feast on blood and death. When he was allowed out, he would always try to sneak meals out as Cazador never allowed him anything but the rats and vermin, but he soon realized that he had no appetite for it. Blood was all he craved. Even the rarest meats just tasted of nothing in his mouth as he chewed. He also realized very quickly that what he was missing was not food but the memories of it he could never capture again.

Astarion knew that [Y/N] was an excellent cook.

They boasted a resume of some of the finest restaurants and taverns in Baldur's Gate and Faerûn. Claiming they were a 'culinary adventurer' before all this mess started. The rave reviews from the public and their camp left no sense of exaggeration on their skills, so if anyone was going to cook something for him, he would like it would be [Y/N]. With their clever cooking skills and all the love they poured into it, surely this would fill him up, right?

Yet still, nothing.

"Everything alright Astarion?"

The vampire looked up to see [Y/N] clearing their mains. His own plate embarrassingly full compared to the almost licked clean ones of their camp mates. He really tried. But all he managed to muster was a few bites and to push the food around. "Oh yes darling. Delicious as always." He replied though. Charming smile in place as he handed them back the food. Guilt coiling into his stomach along with the few bites he ate for wasting it.

"Well, I hoped you saved room for dessert. I tried something new today."

"Dessert? My, what decadence." Shadowheart commented before sipping her wine.

"Sweets are for children. I won't be having any."

"Can I have Lae'zel's then if she's not going to have it??" Karlach asked as the githyanki folded her arms in full resolution against sweets.

[Y/N] came out of their prep area they had made in camp with a tray. Lined with small bowls and handed one to all around the fire. "Pudding?"

"What's so special about pudding?" Shadowheart asked as she poked at her own bowl of goo.

"First of all, it is not 'pudding'. It's sanguinaccio dolce. A southern sweet cream based dish made with bitter chocolate and pigs blood. There's a lot more work in that than just 'pudding'."

Astarion looked up from his bowl with about as much surprise as everyone else. "Whoa whoa whoa. There's blood in this?!"

"I mean, yeah. It's where the 'sanguin' part comes into play in the name Karlach."

"I'm not eating blood!" The tiefling remarked, with a level of disgusted that Astarion felt was warranted but still hurtful.

"There's blood in the roast you just ate. You had no problem with that." [Y/N] remarked.

Karlach seemed to start back tracking. "Well...yeah but...that was cooked...."

"So is this. Try it. You might like it."

"I've actually heard of this dessert before." Gale commented as he examined his spoon full of pudding critically. Like it was a science experiment. "It was mentioned in a few books I read. Not often mind you. It is certainly an acquired taste. More of a traditional dish than anything."

"Look. If you guys don't want to eat it...."

"No, no. I'll give it a try."

"Once you've had a tadpole in your eye I suppose...." Shadowheart said, before swallowing a lump in her throat just before the pudding.

They all took a bite in unison. The expressions of the others lost to Astarion as his eyes lit up. This was actually very good. Really good.

His mouth was filled with blood and dark chocolate. A sensual taste and sensation as his tongue was coated with the velvety soft dessert. And he could actually taste it. Was this what people meant when they said food was better than sex? Because he could almost believe it now.

Astarion ate his dessert with gusto, while the group continued to in trepidation, as [Y/N] came over to sit beside him. No dessert. Just observing their handy work. "What do you think?"

"It's delicious." It might have been the first time he meant it. "It's certainly a...unique concept. What inspired you to try it tonight of all things?"

"You never eat my cooking." Astarion was taken aback. Although honestly, he couldn't be that surprised. They had eyes. They knew he never cleared his plate like the others. "So I wanted to make something I hoped you would eat."

Astarion was surprised. All this effort just for him? No one had ever put in this much effort for him. Or any effort at all. He felt incredibly moved. But of course, he couldn't let them know that. "I eat you darling." Astarion quipped as he slid closer to them. "Isn't that enough?"

"It's not the same." They told him. "Cooking is my life. It's my passion. I wanted to share it with you."

"Are you suggesting our relationship isn't passionate enough?"

[Y/N] chuckled. "Not like that. But...I want more than that. Sharing our interests and hobbies. Not just our bodies." Astarion sat there for a moment. Contemplating their words as he stared at the now empty bowl.

He had heard the phrase before of ‘food nourishes more than just the body, but the soul’. He thought it was some other ridiculous saying like the food was better than sex comment and shrugged it off. But now, Astarion thought he could understand it.

He felt full for once. Not just by the small dessert, but for with the effort, the time they put into it, the thought. He knew very soon his usual instable hungry for what really sated him would be back, but for now he felt….content.

“I suppose I’ll have to start developing some hobbies.”

[Y/N] chuckled. Then gave him a kiss before they took his bowl and went to clean it. He licked his lips once they were gone. Still tasting sweet chocolate and ruby red on them. Already hungry for more.

[yandereworlds]

they're all so cute ;0;

do you have any fun facts about dantae you want to share?

Actually, yes! Here's some Dantae Headcanons!

𖦹 Dantae is 100% a dog person. He owns two great Dane’s! One is named Marco and the other Leon.

𖦹 Dantae definitely prefers a s/o that’s shorter than him for many reasons, mostly because he likes being able to lift up his s/o whenever he feels like it and because they pose less of a threat and won’t be nearly as difficult to subdue when times call for it. I won’t say he’s entirely against dating a taller s/o, but he’ll definitely be more apprehensive

𖦹 Dantae adheres to an exceedingly strict diet, making a conscious effort to minimize carb intake. He's seemingly one of those individuals dedicated to going to the gym, exercising at least twice daily, and meticulously upholding a balanced diet. Should you find yourself in a relationship with Dantae, he'll undoubtedly encourage you to embrace his dietary choices, despite knowing your aversion to it, in one way or another. Whenever you complain to him, he’d likely say something along the lines of, “I just want to help you keep that perfect figure, Cariño. Don’t be so angry..”

𖦹 Regrettably, Dantae's persuasive nature doesn't end with his diet preferences. He would also try to motivate you to join him in morning exercises, though he won't be as overly insistent. His approach would involve incorporating you into his routines, such as doing push-ups with you sitting on his back or engaging in sit-ups while showering you with affectionate kisses every time he comes back up.

𖦹 Dantae values a significant other who possesses excellent culinary skills. After all, they say the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and that rings true for Dantae. Naturally, he would anticipate his partner to prepare meals for him throughout the day and keep the table full. These acts of service will genuinely make Dantae appreciate his significant other, especially when they are done without him having to ask for them.

𖦹 When Dantae isn't occupied with his work as a bounty hunter, he likely spends his leisure time at shooting ranges. He constantly strives to enhance his weapon-handling skills, though he usually prefers that his significant other isn’t present. However, with sufficient encouragement, he might occasionally bring them along, strictly as an observer and never to participate. The idea of his partner handling a gun or any weapon unsettles him; he firmly believes it isn't their place, and he intends to maintain that boundary, regardless if they are actually good at it or not.

𖦹 Adding onto what I mentioned earlier, acts of service form the foundation of Dantae's love language. Verbal expressions of affection aren't his forte; instead, he lets his actions speak volumes. Following a taxing evening of work, he might return home and tenderly massage his significant other's shoulders and feet, or take the initiative to handle some household chores if they are feeling exhausted. He might even draw a soothing bath for the two of you, embracing the opportunity to share a moment of relaxation and intimacy.

𖦹 Dantae is an avid horror enthusiast. He finds immense joy in watching scary movies with his significant other, relishing not only the thrill of the films, but also the comforting presence of having you clinging onto him. It reinforces his sense of being your primary protector, and there's nothing he enjoys more than that reassuring feeling.

𖦹 Probably takes photos of his s/o while they are sleeping and definitely has a folder compiled purely of all the photos he's taken of you over time.

𖦹 Dantae has a tendency to discreetly plant bugs or tracking devices on most of his darling's belongings. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, but rather he finds comfort in knowing your whereabouts at all times. Even though he could easily ask, that alone doesn't suffice for him. He's unlikely to reveal this behavior, and in the event that his darling discovers one of these bugs and confronts him, he won't try to hide it. Instead, he may openly admit to doing so, taking pride in the belief that he's merely looking out for your well-being.

𖦹 Dantae has difficulty accepting criticism, regardless of whether it is intended for his own betterment or not. Any form of correction or being told he's mistaken about something tends to trigger his anger swiftly. In such situations, he may become easily irritated or even display aggression, depending on the circumstances.

𖦹 Dantae is heavily family-oriented, he often puts them above everything else and prioritizes them. Dantae truly believes that there's really nothing else like family and if it came down to it, he would do just about anything for his family.

𖦹 Dantae adheres to a highly disciplined sleeping routine. He typically retires to bed between 9 to 8 PM, and as an early riser, he wakes up around 5 AM. Every morning, while his significant other enjoys a bit more rest, he engages in various activities such as exercising, tending to yard work, or handling tasks like fetching the mail. This structured morning routine allows him to make the most of each day and take care of necessary chores before his partner wakes up.

𖦹 Dantae's major pet peeve revolves around the silent treatment or being ignored, as he finds such behavior disrespectful. When faced with this treatment, he doesn't hesitate to become hostile in response. However, when it comes to his significant other, he may exhibit a bit more tolerance and patience, though even that has its limits, like most things in his life.

𖦹 Will always be the big spoon, it is non negotiable.

Hope this gave you a little more of an idea of the type of person Dantae is! Enjoy!

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[crxerries]

•beneath the surface•

bullied yandere x freader

Aveloria University is widely regarded as one of the most prestigious institutions in the country, known for its academic excellence and rich legacy of innovation. Aveloria University offers a diverse range of programs, allowing students to choose from various fields of study. Whether you’re passionate about engineering, medicine, culinary arts, sports management, IT, or accounting, Aveloria provides top-tier education across numerous disciplines.

It’s been your dream ever since high school to enroll at Aveloria University. However, gaining admission to Aveloria University is no easy feat. With its prestigious reputation, most of the students are not only well-known but also come from wealthy backgrounds. You, on the other hand, consider yourself incredibly lucky — you’re not as rich as many of them and were only accepted through a competitive scholarship.

English lectures are the last class of the day for me. With an open afternoon ahead, I’m free to do whatever I want. Maybe I should grab something to eat since it’s almost 2 o’clock. with that, i walked to the cafeteria.

i plugged in my AirPods and continued making my way to the cafeteria. On my way there, I walked past an old classroom and heard voices coming from inside. I stopped in my tracks, pulling out my left AirPod to try and hear more clearly. The strange noises that followed caught my attention — the sound of things being thrown, muffled cries, and some unsettling noises. I leaned my left ear closer to the door, straining to hear what was happening inside.

“come on, what’s with the tears oily?”

I heard a voice from inside, its tone mocking and dripping with sarcasm. I slid the door open just a crack, enough to peek through and see what was happening inside. inside, I saw five guys circling around another, who was sitting on the floor with his face buried in his knees. i could hear sniffing came from the guy who were on the floor. that’s where the muffled cries from.

“oi, i’m talking to you. out of all the girls here why do you have to like MY girlfriend oily.”

The guy with brunette hair spoke angrily to the crying male, his voice laced with frustration. You’ve seen him before. He’s one of the athletes, well-known for his skills in basketball and other sports. You know him, what’s his name again? Issac or Isaiah not sure, but either one. He’s also quite popular because of his looks and his prestigious family background. Professors, teachers, even the dean all know him and like him, especially since he brings a lot of benefits to the university. You’ve also heard plenty of rumors about him — how he tends to bully anyone he doesn’t like, much like a typical jock from a high school movie.

when the jock didn’t get any reply from the male, he become furious and grab him by the collar and pick him up. He looked the crying male in the eyes, his gaze filled with anger and annoyance.

“are you deaf, you punk? am i talking to the fucking wall right now? or is it you feel like you to good to talk to me now?”

the jock said angrily.

“aight, that’s enough.”

You slid the door open all the way and stood there, locking eyes with the jock as you spoke. the jock look shock before replying.

“and who are you lmao, his girlfriend or something? did you get yourself a girlfriend punk. you need your girlfriend to come and rescue you.”

the jock said mockingly. while you just stand there waiting for the right moment to reply.

“he’s gotten beaten enough issac, you let your anger out on him, that’s enough right.”

the jock face thighten with my reply.

“it’s trent.”

he reply, anger and annoyance could be hear from his voice.

“shit, my bad. that’s enough Trent, give him a break. That guy isn’t the one you need to keep an eye on, you know,”

you said, your voice steady as you spoke.

Trent’s eyes widened in confusion at my words, and he asked

“What do you mean?”

“You know Kyle from the engineering department? He’s the one you need to keep an eye on. I’ve heard some rumors about him apparently, he’s been hooking up with other people’s girlfriends. You should really watch out for that guy.”

you explained

 Trent’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but I’ve noticed a few times that your girlfriend and Kyle seem to be acting a little too friendly. I don’t know, maybe you should look into it yourself.”

“the fuck you trying to implied?”

Trent asked, his voice laced with coldness and anger as he stared straight at me.

i shrug before replying more.

“I don’t know, man, figure it out yourself, but I have to say, the way they act around each other doesn’t look too good. It seems a little too friendly, if you know what I mean.”

i give Trent a playful wink.

Without wasting another second, Trent let go of the male’s collar, and he collapsed to the floor. Trent walked past me, his friends following close behind. I waited until they were completely out of sight before moving toward the guy on the floor.

I crouched down in front of the male and asked, ‘Are you okay?’ He didn’t respond. After a couple of seconds, I gently tapped his hand to check if he was injured, but once again, he didn’t react. After what felt like an eternity, I heard sniffles coming from him, and I was taken aback. Maybe he was scared, I don’t know. I swear, I could feel the tension in the air, but then I gently patted his head, waiting until his breathing slowed a bit.

After a while, he finally calmed down, and I asked again, ‘Are you okay?’ This time, he slowly lifted his head, and I couldn’t help but notice his deep emerald green eyes — they were mesmerizing, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. He wore round-framed glasses and had a few old acne scars, but his nose was small and cute. His features gave off a soft, almost boyish vibe, yet he was undeniably handsome. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him until he asked, ‘Are you okay? Why are you staring at my face so long?’ I could tell he felt anxious, maybe even weirded out by my gaze.

I apologized profusely, saying I didn’t mean to stare and that I was sorry for being rude. He just shook his head and said, ‘It’s fine. Thank you for helping me.’ Then, both of us fell silent. After a few seconds, I broke the quiet and asked, ‘Are you okay? Do you have any injuries? Can you get up?’ He stared at me for a moment before looking down.

He said, ‘I don’t know, my right hand hurts. Maybe it’s because Trent gripped it so tight just now, I’m not sure. It just hurts so much.’ I looked down at his right hand and gently took hold of his wrist, lifting his sleeve. I could see a purple, almost blue bruise forming, meaning his hand was going to be bruised for quite some time. I then asked for permission to check for more injuries, anywhere on his body — his neck, his leg, his other hand, his head, his back — anywhere I could see a visible injury.

After inspecting his entire body, I didn’t find any other cuts or bruises, except for the one on his right hand. I slowly helped him up and took him to the nurse’s office. When we arrived, there was no nurse in sight, just a note saying she was in an urgent meeting and that we could help ourselves. I told him to sit on one of the beds and wait for me. After gathering the necessary supplies, I returned to him, lifted his sleeve, applied some ointment to his bruise, and carefully wrapped it up.

“so, never got your name.”

i ask, while still putting the ointment carefully on his wrist.

He seemed surprised when I spoke to him. After a few seconds, he finally replied.

“my name’s Oliver, what about you?”

He replied while looking down at his injured hand, eagerly waiting for me to answer.

“name, nice to meet you oliver.”

you said. no wonder Trent called him oily earlier. you thought.

Oliver paused for a moment before asking

“Why did you help me just now?”

“why, you don’t me to help you?”

you asked jokingly.

Oliver’s eyes widened at my response. He quickly corrected himself

“No, that’s not what I meant. It’s just… no one ever steps in to help me. They’re either scared or just don’t care. So I was really surprised and taken aback when you helped me. Thank you.”

You could see that he was somehow relieved, and a faint blush started to form on his cheeks, but you didn’t say anything.

“it’s nothing, don’t mentioned it. it’s the right thing to do.

i replied while gently taped his wound with the gauze.

“That should do it. Try not to get it wet. If you want to shower, you can wrap the hand with cling film to keep it dry. You might want to see a doctor to get it cleaned or checked, just to make sure it’s not more serious than a bruise. I guess that’s it. I’ll be on my way then.”

i said as i put away the ointment back to the place it belong.

oliver want to say something but nothing came out of his mouth.

“Wait,” Oliver said. “Can we walk together?”

after seeing you nodded he immediately walk to you and both of you guys walk outside the campus together. since it’s past 3 not much students still around. you then turn to oliver.

“Then I’ll go ahead and leave first. See you around,”

you said, walking away toward your car parked in front of the campus.

You gave Oliver a chance to say something, but he didn’t. He just watched you walk away, his eyes following you until you reached your car and drove off. For some reason, he felt something in his chest and stomach, something he’d never experienced before. It didn’t hurt, but it felt… funny. He didn’t know what to make of it, so he just shrugged it off and walked to his own car.

[insaneandinpain35]

Ok, my darlings! As promised.

One Taz/Reader sexy time fic at your service!

Please be aware, I'm no writer. Plus, I've got a house full of noise and chaos, and I work from home, so this will probably have a ton of grammar and spelling mistakes. C'est la vie, mon ami.

So without further ado, I bring to you:

Taz/Reader

Rated: Explicit for language and oral sex (m receiving).

(Also rating E for "eh" at the quality of work here.)

But anyway, I hope you all will enjoy it a little bit!

**UPDATE, I EDITED THE STORY A BIT AFTER POSTING SO IT MIGHT READ DIFFERENTLY THIS TIME**

Taz Skylar/Reader

The night had come and the kitchen was finally quiet now. A few of Taz's cast mates from One Piece had dropped by yalls apartment to celebrate the show's season two renewal. Nothing too major. Mostly it was just another excuse for your boyfriend Taz to show off his excellent culinary skills.

That thought made you smile as you finished towel drying the last dish and placing it in the dish rack. A gentle wave of warmth spread through you. It always did whenever you thought about Taz cooking for you or his friends. He was such an affectionate man and one of the ways he's come to show his love is through his kitchen creations.

"Quickest way to a person's heart is through their stomach, darling," he'd said once while effortlessly chopping up a wide variety of vegetables for some fancy stew.

On cue, almost as if he could sense you were thinking about him, Taz appeared behind you, wrapping his slim toned arms around your waist. His chin came to rest on your shoulder.

Your eyes fell closed as you leaned back into his touch. His arms pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"Did you have fun today?" You asked as the two of you began to sway slightly. Your arms coming to rest atop his around your waist.

He chuckled lowly, "I always have fun when I'm with you and my friends. I love you all. Very much. You the most, obviously." At that he chuckled some more, burying his face into your neck and kissing the skin there.

"We love you too, babe. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of you and everything you've accomplished in the last year alone," you spun around to face him, sliding your hands up and down his biceps, "if anyone deserves to be celebrated right now it's you, my love."

Taz blushed at your words, eyes dipping down a bit in a bashful manner. That was something else about Taz you've come to love, how he shy he gets whenever he gets complimented. It was adorable and you took that moment to lean up and kiss him.

Your arms came up to wrap around his neck as his hands moved to the small of your back. Eyes closed, the two of you kissed slowly and deeply. You moaned a bit as you felt him grind subconsciously against you. Smiling into the kiss, you bit gently at his bottom lip and pulled away slowly. There was a glint in your eye that made Taz shiver in your hold.

"C'mere," you whispered, taking both his hands in yours and guiding him towards the counter of the kitchen island. You spun him around, his lower back pressing against the edge of the counter as you attacked his mouth once more in a much needier kiss.

You felt his hands try to grasp at the buttons of your shirt but you quickly put a stop to that, grabbing them and pinning them down on the counter's edge.

"Mm-mm," you hummed against his mouth before pulling back to say, "this is about you tonight. Leave your hands on this counter and don't move them until I say." 

Taz looked as though all the wind had been punched out of him, his face flushed as all the blood rushed south quickly. You could easily fell the hardness of his arousal pressing against your own crotch.

It made your mouth water.

Leaning forward to lick the shell of his left ear, you whispered, "I think I'm still hungry.."

You could hear him swallow audibly.

"Y/N...you..."

Before he could finish his thought, you sunk to your knees, maintaining eye contact with him the entire way down. His gorgeous ocean eyes were blown near completely black, his chest beginning to rise and fall a bit rapidly. His lips were still a little moist from kissing, and God dammit if he wasn't the most beautiful man you'd ever had the pleasure of, well, pleasuring.

Oh yeah. You were gonna take your time with this. Savor every second. Watch every micro-expression cross that stunning face of his. Slowly you undid the button and zipper of his dark jeans, pushing the material down a bit along with his black boxer briefs-- this man and his love for the color black. It was understandable though. He looked fucking amazing in it.

But then, he'd look fucking amazing in a burlap sack.

Taking out his cock, you let the warmth of your breath to ghost over the tip as you pulled the foreskin back. You watched as Taz's head fell back and felt the full body shiver run through him.

"Taz," his head snapped back down at the sound of his name, "look at me. Don't look anywhere else but me."

"Christ, Y/N..." He grit out. His slender hips bucked slightly, searching out more friction. Your hand was still wrapped just this side of too loose around his cock. You knew it was driving him crazy.

With a smirk, you stuck your tongue out and lapped at the precum gathering at the tip, shiny and salty and tasting uniquely of Taz. It was definitely a taste you could get addicted to.

Your right hand stroked his base as your full lips closed around the tip entirely. Your tongue pressed along the slit, rubbing against the spongy head as you sucked lightly.

Above you the blond moaned, tongue coming out to lick at his bottom lip before his teeth bit down in it. His knuckles were white where they held their death grip on the counter's edge.

You kept your eyes locked as you swallowed more of him down with each bob of your head. Both of your hands griping at each of his denim clad thighs. A few more bobs and you had him swallowed down nearly to the hilt, the dark curls around the base tickling at your nose.

A small whimper left his throat, he was trying so hard not to thrust up into your mouth. You smiled around your mouthful, admiring his attempt at control for the sake of your comfort. But you meant what you said.

Tonight was about Taz.

You pulled off still staring up at him, lips plump and wet, "you can fuck my mouth, baby."

"Oh fuck..." He groaned. "Can I..?" He lifted a hand off the counter in a silent request for your permission.

"Use me," your voice was a bit deeper now.

His hand threaded through your soft hair as he grasped a handful, not too tight. Just enough to know you were gonna be hoarse as fuck after all was said and done.

Wasting no more time, you swallowed him back down as far as you could handle. The hand in your hair moved to cup at the crown of your head, keeping you in place as your throat muscles worked around him.

"Oh my God, Y/N. Oh shit..." his blue eyes were struggling to keep focus on you. He was beginning to pant hard, hips moving more and more, almost desperate.

You pulled back a bit, stroking him quickly as you took a moment to catch your breath.

"That feel good?" You asked with a mock innocence, mouth going right back to sucking him down.

"Fuck yes. Feels incredible. 'M not gonna last..."

But you knew that already from the way his hips were starting to stutter in their thrusts. You're no amateur. You've gone down on him enough times to be able to read his body like an open book.

His moans and whimpers as he inched closer to climax were a melody you knew by heart. He was so close now.

"Oh God..Oh f-fuck, Y/N fuck.." this was the part where you swallowed him deep. Sucking as best you could while your throat muscles worked around him and his hips ground against your face. Your left hand came up to massage at his tightening balls while your right hand sought out the hand he had in your hair. He released his grip on your head so that your fingers could lace together. 

There was something so intimate about grasping his hand as his orgasm approached. It made your heart swell. It was also established by now as your way of giving him consent to continue chasing his climax since your mouth was usually too busy to actually tell him in the heat of the moment. A silent assurance that you were in it until the end.

"I'm gonna cum. Y/N I'm gonna-fuuuck..." 

One more clumsy thrust of his hips, and you felt your mouth fill with his warm release. You swallowed as much as you could, trying to keep up with how much was shooting out. You continued to suck him through it all, only popping off when the hand still grasping the counter weakly pushed your head off.

He was panting and beginning to slump down against the bottom cabinets beneath the marbled counter. You could feel his thighs trembling as you tucked him back into his underwear and pants. He was struggling slightly to remain upright and standing. But he was also smiling bright and sweet. Skin almost glowing from the thin sheen of sweat gracing his forehead.

Good God he was beautiful in his post-orgasm bliss.

"Oh my God, Y/N, that was..."

You rose up to your feet and nuzzled your nose against his, feeling cocky and euphoric and aroused as FUCK.

"Amazing?" You supplied teasingly, "mind blowing? 10 outta 10 would recommend to all your friends??"

He shot you a curious glance at that last one before a sleepy smile took over.

"First two, absolutely. But I've no intentions of ever sharing you with anybody." He wrapped both arms around your waist and kissed your forehead. "I love you," he spoke against your hairline.

You tightened your hold on him, "I love you too, Taz."

He pulled back, eyebrow raising mischievously.

"Round two in the bedroom?"

"Way ahead of you, sugar tits."

With a giggle, you shoved him back playfully against the counter and made a mad dash for the master bedroom. Taz chased behind hot on your heels.

The sound of yalls laughter filled the apartment before the bedroom door closed behind you.

End ❤️

[fixaidea]

So here's the thing: I don't usually engage with or care about top/bottom discourse EXCEPT when I think it's funny, sooo...

Let's do some Science and examine Pingxie in a Very Serious Manner.

To do this, first let's take a look at some data gathered from all the danmei novels and shows I know (relevant for calibration you know, since they have actual canon top/bottom dynamics.)

SVSSS

Shen Qingqiu - Since his cause of death wasn't starvation we can assume - well, at least hope - that he can make instant noodles, if nothing else, but he will absolutely avoid having to cook if he can help it.

Luo Binghe - As the Protagonist he of course has to be The Bestest at everything (...except sex, apparently) and it's mentioned that both Bingge and Bingmei use their culinary skills to woo the people they want to sleep with. He's also the top, even though everyone involved would be better off if he wasn't.

MDZS

Lan Wangji - Becomes a pretty decent cook, as per the extras. Prefers to top.

Wei Wuxian - It's not like he's incompetent, he doesn't burn or undercook the food, it's just that his taste is so extreme that his dishes are basically inedible to anyone else.

TGCF

Hua Cheng - No special talent for cooking, but at least he's not actively dangerous. There's no on-page sex scene in the novel, but it's made obvious that he tops.

Xie Lian - Biohazard. Weapons-grade culinary anti-talent. Gastronomy's answer to Vogon poetry.

Golden Stage

Ulike in most of the other novels on the list, food doesn't really have much symbolic meaning and not much is said about either Fu Shen's or Yan Xiaohan's cooking skills, exept for a brief mention of Fu Shen pickling eggs to pass the time. This is a rare couple that canonically switches.

Guardian

Zhao Yunlan - This man considers instant noodles cooked with coffee an okay way to surprise a boyfriend. He really wouldn't mind topping, which he keeps lamenting throughout the book, but he's paired with Shen Wei who might just have the strongest set preference out of everyone on this list.

Shen Wei - Likes to dote on Zhao Yunlan by cooking for him and is genuinely very good at it.

Word of Honor (mind, I have only watched the show here)

Zhou Zishou - Can keep himself alive, but left to his own devices would probably make due with charred-and-yet-undercooked fish or something.

Wen Kexing - A competent cook. While obviously not detailed in the drama I looked it up (or asked someone, I can't remember) and he's the top here.

Erha

Chu Wanning - Perfected exactly one (1) dish, is rather... unfortunate otherwise. You could not pay this man to top.

Mo Ran - Excellent cook. Actually worked in a kitchen at one point in his life, giving and receiving food is basically his main love-language.

Now that we have examined these canon couples and have drawn all the relevant conclusions, let's apply what we learned to our non-danmei, might-as-well-be-canon-but-isn't ship.

Wu Xie - Can cook just fine both in the novel and the drama-verse even if it doesn't come up too often. In the first season he cooks up a pretty decent feast for his friends and in the Yucun books he helps come up with the dishes they would serve in their restaurant.

Zhang Qiling - The entire Thing of this poor sod as a character is that he knows how to survive but not how to live. Taking the time to prepare nice meals or cook anything beyond basic sustenance just... doesn't fit that picture.

So.

I rest my case.

[manicplank]

HEY have you done any headcanons about their cooking/baking skills? Like what kind of stuff they make for themselves, are they any good etc. (i ask this because i can’t cook for shit and i feel like the noise would be similar, or at least he would suck at making meals for himself FHDHFH)

I don't think I have

Cooking/baking

Peppino: Amazing cook, always has been. Went to culinary college (still paying back student loans). As for baking, he can't make anything from scratch except pizza dough.

Gustavo: Great cook, makes delicious soups. He also went to culinary college and excelled. He can't really bake all that great, though.

Mr. Stick: Can't cook or bake. Burns everything. Usually goes out to eat or orders delivery.

Pepperman: Okay cook. Not the best, but not the worst. Cooking is an art that he hasn't mastered. Can't really bake.

The Vigilante: Decent cook. Has an old cookbook from his grandma that he uses a lot. Can sort of bake, but it doesn't always come out perfect.

The Noise: Can't cook for shit. It's too fast-paced for his rat mind. Microwave meals are his go-to. He can't bake, either. Even box cake mix will be ruined.

Noisette: She actually can cook decent meals, but she ruins them by adding something completely impractical (ex. peanut butter spaghetti, chocolate corncobs). However, she's an incredible baker. Muffins, cupcakes, cakes, bread, you name it, she's mastered it.

Fake Peppino: He can't cook. He always starts a fire because he doesn't know how fire works. He can't bake, either. Nothing ever comes out edible.

Pizzahead: While he has potential, he has the tendency to spice everything up to make it taste like pizza. Pizza soup, pizza steak, etc. He does the same with baking. Nobody wants their cookies to taste like pizza...

Pillar John: He's not the best cook. He's the kind of guy to use instant things; instant noodles, instant potatoes, instant rice, etc. He is a decent baker, though. He makes a great banana bread.

Gerome: He's an okay cook. It's not the worst, but it's not the best. It's certainly edible, but it's a little bland. His baking skills aren't great. He forgets about things, and they end up burnt.

[warden-melli]

Out of curiosity, what convinced you to give Adaman a dad bod in his adulthood?

A few things actually. Obviously this is purely my own headcanon, and not one I’m not even 100% married to tbh. As it’s purely speculative I’m open to many possible future interpretations of the character, but it is one I’m particularly fond of

Firstly i feel that it’s important to specify that while I do choose to draw him with a “dad bod” in middle adulthood, it’s one that is also very muscular, similar to that of a strong man or weight lifter (not body builder)

I’ve published a theory on this before, but I believe that there is a lot of evidence to suggest that Adaman has an interest in fighting, or martial arts. A short version leaving out a lot of details; He seems to be an athletic person, his arm wraps appear to resemble those of a boxer or martial artist, and he’s even expressed an interest in learning some ninja techniques. We also know that fighting is a pastime in Hisui, with both clans shown observing a friendly match between Iscan and Gaeric in the full art Adaman and Irida trading cards from the Crown Zenith expansion for the tcg. There’s also signs advertising sumo matches that are visible inside of galaxy Hall, as well as Kamado being a sumo wrestler himself. Fighting seems to be a huge pastime is the Hisui region, and one I believe is likely that Adaman may participate in. It may even be the cause of his trademark eyebrow slit, with similar scars being common among boxers

Adaman also expressed an interest in cooking and learning to cook, leading me to assume that he has an interest in food, and the culinary world. He is even seen serving potato mochi in the festival scene shown towards the very end of the game

With that in mind, my version of Adaman is one who has explored his interest in training and fighting more as he has aged, growing physically stronger as he continued to excel at his sport. He seems like someone who is keen to learn, and with the sumo matches being advertised at Galaxy hall, and after getting a taste of it during his brief confrontation with Kamado as part of the main story, I imagine him jumping at the opportunity to lean a new skill. He is also someone who enjoys his food, and who has pursued his interest in cooking further, even professionally alongside his duty as leader (I headcanon him as opening his own restaurant one day). He is an athlete who is not afraid to nourish his body, and who is confident in both his abilities and his physique.

I also think it contrasts well, yet feels like a very possible outcome, for his canon design. With his design being based on Dialga it also felt right to try making his design more solid to kind reflect that steel influence. I’ve also always headcanoned Adaman as being a really good father one day, so a dad bod seemed a natural fit lol. It just seems like a more adult body type than the one he had as a young adult, so visually really helps to define that he’s in a different stage of his life now. Even though I’ve used the word “dad bod” to describe my older Adaman before, I think it’d actually be more accurate to describe him as having a strongman physique.

So basically, I see him as a happy, healthy guy. One who loves his food, and his sport, and whose body reflects his journey and those passions

(I really feel the need to specify that this version of Adaman is in no way intended to be a joke, or in any way negative portrayal, as is sadly so common in media when a character is shown to have gained any weight for whatever reason)

[imagowrites]

Fics put aside - Part 1.

Or all those fics I started writing and never finished, but I keep because I might one day continue them.

NBC Hannibal

If you asked people who knew him what they thought Hannibal Lecter was best at, you would probably get a wide variety of answers. Before his arrest, some might have replied that the doctor was best at his job; others would have appreciated his culinary skills, others would have appreciated his artistic passion, and still others would have appreciated him as a philosopher and thinker. After discovering Dr. Lecter's dark side, perhaps the most common response would be his ability to manipulate others. The experts who had long studied his case had succumbed to the vague definition of "other"; Hannibal Lecter was something that did not fit into any scheme, any diagnosis, any psychiatric, scientific, or pathological description. Someone, more imaginative and prone to noirish drama, had defined him as "pure evil". Thus, after endless interviews, interrogations, and trials, the best that could be done to describe him was limited to a list of what Hannibal Lecter was. Hannibal Lecter was a successful psychiatrist, according to the patients he had treated, or at least those who were still alive. He was an excellent surgeon to whom so many people owed their lives. He was a man of culture, a talented artist, a versatile musician, an excellent cook, and an accomplished writer and orator. Hannibal Lecter was a ruthless serial killer, an intelligent psychopath, a cannibal; a monster. Such facts, so deeply contradictory, were forced to coexist in one body, in one mind. This tended to create a great deal of confusion in the minds of those who had the terrible privilege of knowing both sides of the doctor; in the rational minds of good people, good and evil could not coexist as two shades of the same color; they were black and white, sharply divided. Thus, Hannibal Lecter had become the devil of saints and the saint of devils, while the few who could grasp the nuance of what Hannibal was could not help but feel a deep sense of unease in his presence. The doctor understood. He could catch the gaze of those in front of him and instantly understand how others saw him. For Hannibal Lecter's greatest gift was not his crimes, nor his virtuosity: his greatest weapon was understanding. Understanding is a gift that is too often confused with empathy; the term "empathy" comes from the ancient Greek and means, roughly, "to feel in the other". Hannibal did not feel in the other. For the most part, except for artistic exhilaration, Hannibal felt nothing. The pains and joys of others did not affect his day any more than the howl or wag of a dog. But he could understand them. He could know the minds of others and study them free from the interference of emotion; he could strip them of their passions and understand them on a level so deep, so intimate, that he could surpass the understanding they had of themselves. For him it was a medical practice, like carving a belly with a scalpel. It was an art, like composing a melody or portraying a face. It was a hobby, like cooking and serving a good meal. Doing it did not make him happy; it gave him no mental or physical fulfillment. He felt capable and powerful. What he felt was always directed at his own person, not at anyone else.

After fifty years of perfecting this art, a mind had responded. "It is beautiful," it had said, and he had felt it. Now Hannibal Lecter did not understand; now he felt in the other.

[pandoraescape]

Summary: "My Heart is Shaped by My Home." | Medicine/Sickness: Anufi's Story before the death of the Sarentu Clan and what she gained after.

The Clouded Forest began to shine as the morning sun gradually ascended from the night.

Beams of light filtered through the towering Cloud Pine Trees. The forest floor is bathed in a soothing, golden warmth from the light. Provoking Eywa'eveng's creatures to awake from their sleep, their mighty calls echo as they begin their journey across the woodland. It's quiet.

Until the sounds of tapping of wood rang across the woods.

Perched high on the massive branches stood a Na'vi woman. Alone, she continues to use her knife to pierce the bark. She's dressed to match her surroundings, wearing a soft wooden top carved with graceful designs and a fawn loincloth adorned with intricate beads and shimmering stones. Her hair was skillfully braided with many tiny beads, intricately woven to form a striking and elaborate long braid. It swayed to the mild winds as she finally finished her task. She carefully placed her knife at her hip's sheath before reaching into her leather pouch to retrieve a wooden spout. She positioned it securely in the opening. Soon, a thin stream of orange sap began to flow, and the Na'vi quickly attached a woven container to the end of the tube, allowing the tree's sap to drip slowly into it.

"Tsahik Anufi."

The sudden call of her name caught Anufi's attention, prompting her to look down from her spot. Below stood a young Na'vi boy, Siul. He was dressed similarly to Anufi, wearing a loincloth and beads that signified his passage from boyhood to manhood. In his arms, he holds a basket full of Eyethorn seeds. Stepping away from her task, she leaps from the branch and gracefully lands next to the young herbalist. While observing her student, she scrutinized his collected seeds, examining each for quality. She took note of the color, size, and firmness of each seed, all of which appeared to be in excellent condition and at their peak.

"You've collected well, Siul," she said, "These seeds are in good condition for the mixtures for the Sarentu."

Siul's face smiled warmly as he gazed at his teacher. His eyes then shifted upward to the sturdy branch of the punching bag. "How long must we wait to gather the sap from the tree for the healing remedy?" he inquired with genuine curiosity.

"We return at nightfall. By then, we can collect Banquet mushrooms at their prime."

The banquet mushrooms, commonly utilized in culinary dishes, are known for their versatile application in cooking. However, it's worth noting that the stems of these mushrooms possess a wide array of healing properties that can be beneficial for various ailments. These are commonly used mainly as blams and creams for cuts. This is why gathering them in the dark is essential, as they are at their prime by then. Siul nodded, making his way to his Ikran to return home. Anufi stood at the edge of the clearing, her eyes following her student as the young man gracefully took flight and soared towards home. With pride and satisfaction, Anufi made her way through the serene surroundings, reaching the tranquil lakeside. She settled onto a fallen log, relishing a brief moment of respite before she would eventually return to her community. Looking at the water, she smiled at the clear, calm surface and the wild animals drinking. While she was enjoying the view, she heard a noise behind her. Without turning around, she responded happily.

"Ma Love, if that's the best you can to hide yourself, then I'm afraid you'll be in serious trouble. Even Syils would run at your steps."

The stillness of the forest is broken by a sudden rustle of the leaves; Mokasa emerges from the foliage and strides over to join his mate," My steps may be heavy, but my hunting skills are still as sharp as ever for my prey," he remark, his face showing false hurt as he joins her. Anufi chuckled, continuing to stare at the landscapes. A brief silence passed between the two until she spoke, "Why is the Kame'tire's chief advisor here following me rather than with the people?" Mokasa didn't reply at first, gazing at the landscapes. However, the sudden frown on his lips told a different story, one of worry. "The Mokasa I know would never abandon his duties, even when he was young, and follow his father's tail like a shadow," she said, remembering their more youthful years. He was a shy yet contented child who approached his chores with dedication, always eager to assist his parents.

"Can't he not be worried for his Tsahìk?"

"He can. But I sense it is not the only thing on his mind."

The two became silent, allowing the sounds of the forest to fill the air.

"Our hunters saw them near one of the campsites in the north."

Anufi gazes at Mokasa with no emotion, but the flicks of her ears reveal surprise. Since their return, seeing humans in the forest is not new, but they have never ventured close to the other Na'vi cities," Did they do anything?" she asks. Mokasa shook his head, "No, they were simply scouting, most likely to find a new area to build their strange buildings," he explained. Anufi let out a soft, relieved hum, grateful that no one had been harmed during the scouting expedition.

"Are you concerned that they might come to the Hollows?" she questions. It wouldn't be the first time they entered the hallows. A team of five soldiers and two leaders, Alma, a young woman, and a man named John, came to the Hollows to teach the young ones about their world and further connect with each other. After careful consideration, both she and Mokasa sensed that something was amiss. Consequently, despite months of contemplation, they ultimately decided to reject the offer.

"They wanted our children," Mockasa suddenly said, his voice lowered as he growled under his breath. Anufi reached out and took his hand, trying to comfort him as he stared at her, angry and scared.

"They wanted to poison their minds with their destructive ways. Their "Civilized culture," Anufi chose not to offer a response, recognizing Mokase's point of view. However, despite their unconventional behavior, Anufi observed that some humans were not as unkind as Mokase suggested. For instance, Alma always radiated warmth and positivity whenever they interacted. "We've already declined their offer. We are safe, and as long we continue to leave them be, we are safe," she claims. Mokasa still didn't reply, but Anufi sensed hesitation in his eyes. She wanted to ask, but he leaned in to touch his forehead to hers. Allowing their presence to calm each other. Mokasa then lets go of her hand and stands.

"I have matters to return to before returning home. But I'll be quick, and you should return as well."

"I will."

Anufi stands at the edge of the wilderness, watching him fade into the distance, swallowed by the lush greenery. She turns her gaze back to the tranquil water, then lifts her eyes to the expansive sky above. Inhaling deeply, she savors the serene atmosphere that surrounds her.

"Anufi! Nefika!"

Anufi's eyes flutter open, and she is transported from her familiar home to the heart of the plains. She stands atop a hill, gazing out at the breathtaking expanse of the Zewa, where vibrant, clear lands stretch as far as the eye can see. Nefika, Aranahe's greatest weaver and friend, stands next to her as they greet their young Sarentu, who runs towards them with a smile.

"Ma'yawntu! I should have known you would be eager to compete," Nefika said, smiling at the young girl. "Planning to fling yourself from these cliffs?"

" I will, if you will."

Nefika's laughter echoed heartily as she looked at the girl, while Anufi's face lit up with a warm smile as she watched the interaction between them. "Child! The Great Games are best as a spectator sport, if you ask me. And you should sit here, with us. Share the zangka."

" I think our Sarentu friend is after something a little more exciting than our old stories," Anufi rebutted.

The Sarentu gives her a smile," Actually, we were hoping you'd help us with the mural. The one to celebrate the Games?"

"They have started that already, have they? Come, then! Let us see what we can salvage," Nefika begins her descent back to the Games, leaving the Sarentu and Anufi alone. Anufi gazes at the girl intently as she speaks.

" I competed myself in the last Games. So long ago, yet the memories are fresh," Anufi fondly recalls the vivid memories of her time in the games, reflecting on her youthful exuberance as she smiles and immerses herself in the joy of spending time with her fellow Na'vi. She cherishes the moments spent playing with the Zakru, feeling the softness of the grass beneath them as they indulge in carefree activities. "I feel now as though I am that girl again. Full of energy and hope." As she continues, a sudden wave of sadness washes over her, enveloping her in a heavy, melancholic embrace. "She did not know darkness. We will make new memories now."

The Sarentu tenderly rests a comforting hand on her shoulder, offering the healer a warm smile before embracing her gently, "I know we will. And it will be better than the last," She said, her voice filled with sadness and a sense of happiness for a better future. The Sarentu slowly pulls away, its engine rumbling softly as it retreats, leaving Anufi alone on the hill's edge. Anufi gazes wistfully back at the vibrant, sprawling lands of the Heartlands, her eyes lingering on the distant horizon. As a gentle breeze ruffles her hair, she inhales deeply, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs, and then exhales slowly, gathering her resolve. With a determined expression, Anufi begins to make her way down the hill to rejoin the others, her footsteps steady and purposeful.

Na'vi Words Used:

Meer Deer-Syil

Archive of our own Version

[invadertem]

(CLASSIFIED DOCUMENT) ROGUE ZIM

Status: Unknown; presumably alive

Personal Information:

- Pak Model: Defective Superior Model-1

- Gender/Sex: Male (Type B)

- Pronouns: He/Him

- Age: 25 Earth/Irken years

- Sexuality: Omni (Preference: Male)

- Rank: Rogue Super Weapon

- Rogue Code Name: Poltergeist

Physical Description:

- Appearance: Magenta Eyes/Pak

- Height: 5'5"

- Notable Features: Extremely scarred but bandaged arms, small face scar, Pink hoodie

Skills and Enhancements:

- Natural Ability: His pak can release high-voltage shocks capable of killing living beings and destroying technology. Connection to tech results in corruption.

- Pak Weapons: Equipped with powerful weapons designed by Zim himself.

- Emotion-Induced Abilities: Strong emotions can tear holes in time and space, creating small Florpus-like portals.

- Emotional Range: His defect allows him to experience a wide range of emotions.

- Independent Pak: His pak sometimes acts independently from Zim.

- Enhanced Senses: Superior hearing, scent, and sight.

- Training: Proficient in war strategies, combat, anatomy, mechanics, and other fields, driven by Miyuki to be the best.

- Speed and Strength: Quick reflexes allowing for rapid movement. Above-average strength and high pain tolerance.

- Natural Weapons: Claws and teeth sharpened to knife-like sharpness.

Fun Facts:

- Bio-Weapon Origin: The first successful Irken Empire Bio-weapon.

- Unique Scent: Emits a sweet scent with underlying hints of blood and metal.

- Powerhouse: Considered the strongest Irken to ever exist.

- Purring Smeet: Teased for his sleepy nature and purring as a smeet.

- Culinary Preferences: Enjoys sweet foods, while regular food makes him feel sick.

- Musical Inclination: Surprisingly, likes singing songs to himself.

- Personality: Aggressive and cold in nature.

- Troop Membership: Part of Troop 9 during training.

- Infamous Record: Personally responsible for the documented deaths of 10,000 individuals using only his pak.

Notable Events (in chronological order):

1. Caused five years of darkness on Irk upon creation due to a high-voltage electricity shock.

2. Experimented on by Miyuki as a child.

3. Excelled academically, ranking at the top of his classes.

4. Had a height stunter installed by Miyuki for easier control but later removed.

5. Spark from his pak caused four more years of darkness on Irk during a sparring incident.

6. Invented numerous bio-weapons and mass destruction devices.

7. "Accidentally" killed Miyuki and Spork with a bio-weapon.

8. Played a key role in winning the battle of Meekrob during Mission of Impending Doom One.

9. Banished from the Irken Empire, reappearing during Mission of Impending Doom Two.

10. Banished once more, this time to Earth.

11. Involved in the Florpus Incident.

12. Went Rogue, leaving Earth for four years with no trace of his whereabouts.

13. Destroyed multiple Empire Watch Bases (C1, C2, C3, D5, D6, G9, G11, G18, Z1), with more to be documented.

This document provides official information regarding Defective Superior Model-1, also known as Poltergeist, and his extensive history, abilities, and notable events within the Irken Empire. He is extremely dangerous and is to be reported upon sighting.

!!!WARNING: FILE IS HIGHLY SUBJECT TO CHANGE!!!

[robo-writing]

I’m expanding the Baker! AU with our very own god of fire: Liu Kang!

Anyone in the restaurant business knows of him; A mysterious benefactor that acts like a shareholder for a majority of restaurants in the area, a man shrouded in mystery. The Michelin Star holder whose culinary skills earned him the moniker “The God of Fire”, as anyone who has seen him behind a stove swears that he commands the very flames he uses to cook.

Nowadays though, Liu Kang would much rather be called by his name.

Formerly the owner of the very popular Wu-Shi restaurant, the “God of Fire” now spends his time perusing new establishments, enjoying life and even lending a helping hand to those he finds a cut above the rest. This happens to include the multitude of bakeries and restaurants that our favorite characters work at.

Speaking of his restaurant, he has since passed down ownership to his faithful partner Geras, a man whose background is even less known than Liu Kang. However, this is only a temporary assignment; He currently trains two men, Raiden and Kung Lao as his apparentices to take over the store when they become ready.

Raiden has skill but is far too humble for his own good, while Kung Lao is also a great chef, but maybe a bit too cocky. Both still have many years until they master their craft but that spark of greatness is still there, and it is his responsibility to turn that spark into a wildfire.

Bi-Han doesn’t trust him for some reason, and Sindel has her own misgivings about him but he’s done nothing to arouse suspicion. Not a lot is known about him, or his ever faithful partner Geras, and no one knows why he does what he does, but they’re both nice enough.

Dude just likes some good food, and if he can make a living giving up and coming eateries a chance, then that’s a life he can live happily.

You stroll to the Lin-Kuei bakery expecting to be greeted by either of it’s brothers but instead you’re greeted with a sign at the door.

Closed? You check your phone and it’s only 3pm, two hours earlier than the store is supposed to close. You peek into the window and see all three of them talking to someone inside, fully aware that you’re being more than a bit nosey at the moment. When you decide it’s time to leave the mysterious strangers turns around and catches your eyes, frozen on the spot as he smiles and waves at you through the window.

There’s a short conversation before Kuai Liang walks up to the door and greets you. “Hello there, I’m sorry for the inconvenience—“

“No no no! You’re busy, I see that—“ you stammer, one foot backwards. “I can come back later—“

“Nonsense,” the stranger says, walking behind Kuai Liang. “I would not interfere with your business, please, come inside.”

You look at the man carefully, curious as to who he is. His hair runs down to his back, a sort of wisened look to him as he speaks. You can immediately tell that he’s not an employee or a customer by the way Kuai Liang immediately steps aside, and on further inspection you can see Bi-Han’s stern look from behind the counter.

“Oh, thank you but I don’t want to intrude—“

“Do not worry, I was already finishing up,” he smiles, then nods towards Bi-Han. A long sigh escapes the elder brother before he nods.

“Fine, I will consider a collaboration. We can discuss details later.”

“Excellent. If you need me, you know where to find me,” he says before looking at you again. “And I apologize for ruining your eating experience.”

You shake your head. “Trust me, you didn’t. I would’ve gone somewhere else to eat.”

“And that would be a shame, wouldn’t it? I know I would be upset if my favorite customer had to leave early.”

Smoke visibly blushes, while Kuai Liang becomes bashful and while it’s tough to discern, even Bi-Han turns his head out of embarrassment.

“Favorite customer?” You ask, almost confused.

The man laughs softly and shakes his head. “I would assume so, they mentioned you by name in this months newest reports.”

Bi-Han grumbles at that. “Do not speak of our private affairs as if we are not here.”

“Ah, it seems I cross a line, my mistake,” he says, and then extends his hand to you. “My name is Liu Kang, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

Still shocked at his words you grab his hand almost in a daze. You tell him your name and he repeats it back to you, making his way out of the bakery.

“I should hope to see you again, I’m told you have quite the palate.”

[amournoir]

ok first, i just wanna say i absolutely love your writing and i'm so excited for you to write henry characters! second, is it okay if i request a fluff prompt for #8d and #8e for Napoleon Solo?

i'm sorry for asking for 2 of them 🙈 xx

Fluff Prompt | N.S {request}

℘ prompt — neck kiss (#8d) / shoulder kiss (#8e)

℘ warning — none, just fluff

℘ pairing — napoleon solo x f!reader

℘ count — 1.1k

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the open concept living room and kitchen, Y/N sat at the counter, her eyes fixed on Napoleon Solo, her charming and dashing boyfriend, as he gracefully moved around the kitchen, preparing a delightful dinner for the two of them. Napoleon's culinary skills were as impressive as his spy tactics, and watching him chop vegetables and sauté ingredients filled Y/N's heart with both admiration and affection. The aroma of the sizzling food enveloped the room, teasing her senses and making her stomach growl with anticipation.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Napoleon took a spoonful of the simmering sauce and walked over to where Y/N was seated. "Care to taste and give your approval, my love?" he asked, extending the spoon towards her.

Y/N gladly obliged, her lips parting to let the rich flavors dance on her tongue. She nodded approvingly, a contented smile forming on her lips. "Mmm, it's perfect," she praised, earning a pleased grin from Napoleon.

"Excellent," he replied, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I aim to please."

But Napoleon wasn't satisfied with just a kiss on her cheek. As he retreated to the kitchen, he couldn't resist the temptation to return to Y/N's side. He sauntered back into the living room, his eyes never leaving hers, and without a word, he extended his hand, inviting her to stand with him.

Intrigued and excited, Y/N rose from her seat, slipping her hand into Napoleon's. With the soft melody playing in the background, he pulled her close, and they swayed to the rhythm of their hearts. His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her movements with effortless grace.

The world outside seemed to fade away as they danced, locked in each other's gaze. Napoleon's touch was electrifying, sending tingles down her spine, and Y/N found herself melting into his embrace. As their bodies pressed closer, she felt his warm breath on her neck, and a shiver ran through her.

He couldn't resist trailing soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, and Y/N couldn't suppress the soft gasps that escaped her lips. The intimacy of the moment heightened, their hearts beating in unison. Napoleon's lips found hers, gentle yet passionate, and they shared a lingering kiss that spoke of their deep connection.

Their slow dance turned into a dance of passion, the flames of desire slowly igniting between them. But this was more than just physical attraction; it was the intensity of their love and the trust they had in each other that made every touch and every kiss meaningful.

As they swayed to the music, their souls seemed to merge, and the world felt like a whirlwind of emotions. Y/N could feel Napoleon's love for her in every caress, every whisper, and every stolen glance. It was a love that made her heart soar and brought tears of joy to her eyes. They moved as one, perfectly attuned to each other's desires and needs. The steamy atmosphere filled with their shared affection, yet they moved with an unspoken understanding that there was no rush, no need to hurry. This moment was for them alone, to revel in their love and devotion.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, a seamless dance of love and affection. Napoleon's arms wrapped around Y/N's waist, holding her close, while her hands rested gently on his broad shoulders. Their steps were graceful, each movement deliberate yet effortless, as they swayed to the soft melody that filled the air.

Y/N's head rested on Napoleon's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, a comforting sound that made her feel secure and cherished. His lips brushed against her forehead, leaving a trail of tender kisses that made her heart flutter.

Their eyes locked, and in that gaze, they communicated without words, their love flowing between them like an unbreakable bond. As they danced, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them in their own intimate universe. The room seemed to fill with a warm glow, as if their love radiated like a beacon, enveloping them in a cocoon of affection.

Time seemed to stand still as they danced, lost in the moment and in each other. Each step they took was a testament to their commitment, their devotion, and their unwavering love. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the person in their arms, the one they held so close to their heart. Their love was a dance of tenderness, a symphony of emotions that left them breathless and filled with joy.

The world outside may have been filled with chaos, but in each other's arms, they found peace and serenity. Their dance was a celebration of their love story, a tale written in every movement, every touch, every stolen kiss. With every turn and every dip, they felt their souls intertwining, becoming one in their shared affection. They were lost in the sweetness of the moment, savoring the beauty of their love, as if time itself had granted them this moment of bliss.

Their dance was a testament to the depth of their connection, a dance of love that transcends all boundaries. It was a dance that spoke of a love that would endure any challenge, a love that would last for eternity.

As the song came to an end, they held each other close, unwilling to break the spell they had woven around them. Their hearts beat as one, their breaths mingled, and they knew that in this dance, they had found their forever. In the arms of the one they loved, they found home. And as they gazed into each other's eyes, they knew that every step they took together would be a dance of love, a dance that they would cherish for the rest of their lives.

As the last musical note rang out through the room, Napoleon dipped Y/N slightly, and their eyes locked once more. "I love you," he whispered, his voice tender and sincere.

"I love you Leon," she replied, her voice filled with adoration.

With a smile that could rival the stars, Napoleon lifted Y/N back up and held her close, their foreheads touching. They knew that this dance was just one of many they would share in their journey together, a journey of love, trust, and passion that knew no bounds.

In each other's arms, they found solace and strength, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer any mission life threw their way. And in this intimate moment, they felt more invincible than any spy mission could ever make them feel.

As the night continued to unfold, they savored their dinner together, basking in the warmth of their love and the knowledge that in each other, they had found their home, their safe haven in the chaos of the world. And so, in the tender embrace of each other, they embraced the beauty of the present, cherishing the love that made every moment a masterpiece.

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