#frozen cookbook

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

You know what I am doing for you?

I found this gem on Amazon when I was trying to check when when the official Frozen Cookbook is being published. This unofficial one is from 2021 and, you guessed it, with that title - I couldn't resist.

So, there are three recipes related to the Isles, author clearly has no idea where are the Isles actually located (not *that* South!), but nevermind. We have:

1. The Southern Isles Coconut Pie

2. Hans' Soulmate Sandwiches

3. Chicken Cauliflower Rice Bowl from the Southern Isles

Did I try it? You bet I did.

Here is the coconut pie!

Now, since I am all about sharing, here comes a - slightly modified - recipe, given in grams!

Ingredients:

160 g melted butter

300 g coconut shreds

320 g canned, crushed pineapple with juice (bought in cans)

130 g or 34 pieces of marshmallows

Pinch of salt

250 g of 30% or 36% cream, whipped

70 g powdered sugar

9 g vanilla extract

Now:

Melt the butter and mix with 250 g coconut shreds, press it into your pie plate to make crust. Bake 10 mins in 180*C (325*F).

50 g of shreds toast lightly on dry pan and set aside

Drain crushed pineapple and mix 1/2 cup of juice and marshmallows in a saucepan. Cook until marshmallows melt.

Add pineapple, vanilla and salt. Let it cool in the fridge (I say 1 h).

Whip the cream while slowly adding powdered sugar. Remember, the cream must be cool!

Once your pineapple mixture cools down, mix it with whipped cream and place on the crust.

Sprinkle with toasted coconut shreds.

Chill for minimum 2 hours but the whole night will be better. Serve cold!

Now, that is the only recipe I will give (as I said, it was a little modified in doing!), I hope it will give you an idea of what you can find inside. The quality of the book is... well, print-on-demand (bad paper, stock photos) but well, maybe it can serve us until 29.10.2024!

That being said - the pie is delicious!

...even if it sure as hell is not from the Southern Isles.

(but the Republic of Pirates can fill in for a patent!)

[essektheylyss]

I did get called out by my therapist for blorbo crimes (nicely, she was very supportive and encouraging so this is largely a joke) over the fact that I made soup, bread, AND now meat pies this week, but you know what? I have soup, bread, and meat pies. And this is what's important. 😌

[therealcoolfooddude]

(via Yellow Pea Soup ) Hearty Yellow Pea Soup with split peas, leeks, and pancetta brings the warm flavours of Norway—perfect for chilly days. 

[tocourtdisaster]

Well, just based on how my insides look, my doctor thinks I have celiac. We’re waiting for the biopsy results to come back to make that official, but it looks like there’s going to be a lot of cooking in my future.

[spring-lxcked]

i know this is going to end up being Headcanon Tags again but i'm thinking about william and his Famous Casserole™ again

[officialfrevblrpage24]

u

[planforgoodcooking]

bits n chunks n solid for dessert mmm hmmm

McCalls Cooking School, Book 1: Desserts, 1986

[starfilled-galaxy]

in dire food moments (jk i just cant cook for shit) anyway shout out to the half cold bowl of reheated mince meat i be eating right now

SO REAL I CANT EITHER 😭

Every single time I make a pancake it looks SO bad and also is half raw........

[adieutristana]

hold me, love me; jinx x fem!reader

wanted to do something sweeter for jinx, maybe boring but <3

summary; slow mornings with your girlfriend, and you’re both eager to show your love.

characters included; jinx

tags/warnings; gentle lovemaking, fluff, switch!jinx, switch!reader, fingering, cunnilingus, praise, porn with (some) plot, very romantic overall

men and minors dni.

you slowly wake with a stir, colorful lights shining throughout jinx's hideout. blinking once, then twice, and- oh.

jinx is already awake, still in your arms, but just... staring at you. your gaze meets hers for a few moments, still bleary, but she doesn't waver. if this was earlier in your relationship, you might be put off, but it's clear by now that she just likes looking at you.

"mm.. morning," you grumble, and jinx's lips finally tug into a small smile. "morning, toots."

you look back at the wall clock: 10:56am. later than you'd usually sleep in, but it's not like you have anywhere else to be today.

"how long have you been awake?"

"uh... an hour or two?"

your fist comes to rub the sleep out of your eyes, mumbling under your breath. "and you've just been staring at me the whole time?"

"yeah."

a laugh almost comes, but you have to stifle it. it's endearing, these unconventional ways of showing her affections. you're just too pretty, she can't help herself- at least, that's what jinx says. but you've never once felt scrutinized under her gaze. you let out a deep sigh, coming to sit up against the headboard and try to swing your legs over the bed.

though jinx's grip around your shoulders tightens immediately, an almost pitiful whine coming from her. "noooo," she drawls. "stay with me, lemme hold you a little longer."

she tries to give you the best puppy eyes she can muster, and while those wide rosy eyes would usually make you cave...

"baby, i'm just going to make breakfast," you chuckle, coming to grasp the girl's slender wrists. "i'll be back."

"but i'm not-" then a little grumble from her stomach, which you quirk an eyebrow at. "fiiiine, just hurry."

you let out another amused huff, leaning to press a lingering kiss to jinx's temple. "atta girl."

you make your way to her little kitchenette on another platform of the turbine, opening cabinets to see what she's got. since getting with you, jinx has started to actually keep ingredients stocked whereas she'd usually pop a frozen meal in the microwave. she's made a lot of good progress since you came into her life, that much is clear.

she's got flour, baking soda, eggs, frozen meat, milk, syrup... right. jinx has a sweet tooth, pancakes would be perfect. though a little messy, she'd love those. so you pull a bowl from the bottom cabinet and get started with the dry ingredients, then carefully cracking eggs in to make the batter.

thank janna you have at least simple recipes memorized, because jinx can't be bothered to get any cookbooks. or even write down recipes and put them in a folder. at this point, you might just have to go out and get her one yourself.

and for all you know, jinx is probably still laying in bed with a pout on her face just itching for you to get back and cuddle with her. just the thought is amusing, but you'll be there soon enough. as soon as the batter is whisked to the right consistency, you turn the knob on her little gas stove.

within another few moments you're pouring batter into a frying pan, waiting a few moments for it to sizzle- then flipping, repeating until they're the way you know she'd like. soft and fluffy, nice and sweet.

a bit of powdered sugar and syrup, and you're back to jinx's cot with a steaming plate of pancakes. as you come closer into view, the girl immediately perks up at the smell. "oh, that's good! what is that?"

"pancakes," you chuckle, sitting on the edge of the bed and holding out the plate. "made special for you."

"mm.. thanks." she quickly takes the plate and fork, about to start slicing them before she looks back at you with furrowed brows. "you didn't make anything for yourself?"

"i'm not hungry. just eat, babe."

and knowing you have the habit of skipping breakfast, the girl decides not to push the issue any further. she turns the fork to the side to start cutting them into small pieces, letting out a satisfied hum as soon as she bites in.

"shit, these are good..."

you feel a smile tug at your lips, tilting your head. "yeah? i'm glad. just don't get any syrup on the sheets."

"i won't! jeez, i'm not that clumsy."

the next few minutes are filled with a comfortable silence and the fork scraping against the plate, before she sets it on the side table with a satisfied sigh. she gives you another little smirk, and you can't help returning it- until you notice something.

"you uh... got something on your shirt," you murmur, pointing to a wet spot right below the neckline.

"did i?" she looks down, searching for a few seconds, then her eyes widen. "oh, shit."

it's just a little bit of syrup, but the sight is amusing all the same. you roll your eyes and reach for the hem of her sleep shirt, slowly pulling it over her head. it's a routine you've done many times by now, you've seen each other naked enough for it to not be worth any spectacle.

"i'll get you something else to wear," you smile, but as soon as you move to step away from the bed, jinx is taking your wrist.

"wait, come back."

"i won't be long-" and jinx has pressed herself forward to press her lips to yours- slow, sweet, tentative. your lips find a gentle rhythm as she lays herself back down on the cot, pulling you on top of her. a soft hum comes from her throat as she threads her fingers into your hair. oh, this is what she wants.

your arms wrap around her waist, trailing up to her bare back. each touch of your fingertips feels like electricity lighting up her nerves, and you deepen the kiss just that little bit. dragging your tongue over the seal of her lips like a whispered plea, and jinx eagerly accepting. your tongues tangle as she comes to grip your hair just a bit harder.

"mm," she hums, breaking apart for just a moment. she's already flushed and beginning to pant, but you aren't much better yourself. "couldn't resist..."

"i'm not complaining," you murmur, before leaning to connect your lips once more, this time with a sense of urgency. within moments your lips are moving in synch, jinx tugging your bottom lip between her teeth and letting out soft whimpers into your mouth- while her hands go anywhere they can grab. they're out of your hair and slipping under your top, squeezing at your tits, then slipping to the curve of your ass, drawing strangled gasps from you.

that's what does it. you break the kiss with a sharp breath, moving to trail little pecks along her jawline. each kiss is a praise of its own, with whispered words like "you're beautiful," "i can't get enough of you," and "i love you."

"you like that?" you murmur, fingertips brushing both of her pierced nipples- her breath hitches once again, and the girl quickly nods.

"yeah- yeah.. keep doin' that.."

that's all the permission you need, your nails scraping against the buds ever so slightly before you take one into your mouth and jinx arches into you. the contrast between warm, soft skin and cold metal is a sensation you've come to love. your lips close over her nipple, swirling your tongue slowly and drawing those cute whines from jinx. one hand finds its way back to your hair to push you even closer.

it's sudden, but welcome. you start suckling, and jinx's head tosses back. she's already trembling, and all you've done is suck on her tit- though you can't say it isn't touching. you're giving her this feeling.

you pull back with a wet 'pop,' kisses trailing even further down. over her sternum, her toned abs, her stomach, where her hip bones jut out, still whispering words against her skin. the further you go, the more desperate your kisses become. you're eager to show her just how badly you want this, how badly you want her. despite the chaos, jinx is all you could have ever dreamed of and more- how did you ever get so lucky?

she tugs at your own top though, her eyes pleading. "i wanna see you too. please?" and… how could you deny that sweet voice? you pull back for a moment to hastily slip your top off. it causes jinx's eyes to go wide, but damn if she isn't selfish.

"ah, toots," she breathes out, face flushed. "please, i need you.."

you place another slow kiss above the waistline of her sleep shorts, voice reverent against her skin.

"you have me, i'm right here. i'm just taking my time with you."

while jinx might prefer a quickie some days, or to be fucked deep and hard until she can barely speak, she can't deny how much she loves these moments of unbridled intimacy. moments where she can let her guard down and just feel.

"go ahead, then," she whispers, her hand finding your cheek. her thumb rubs over it for a second, before you smile and press a light kiss into her palm.

your lips brush over the soft skin of her lower stomach once more, before finally, your fingers dip below her sleep shorts. peeling them off slowly until they pool at her ankles, and tossing them to the side. jinx won't need those. clad in a pair of baby blue panties, and there's already a damp patch between her thighs. damn.

"you're wet, baby," you whisper, eyes flitting up to hers with a little smirk. "did i do that?"

"mhm," she breathes out, voice bordering on desperate. "you did, can't help it…"

the sight only makes you want jinx more. you lean in to press a slow, tender kiss against her clothed heat, you can feel the little shiver that goes up jinx's spine and you finally pull her panties down. the girl shivers once again as she's exposed to cold air. she's beautiful, every inch of her.

but you said you would take your time, and that you will. your lips find her inner thighs, kissing over them and softly nibbling every once in a while. not enough to leave marks, but enough to make her squirm. she's growing desperate, you can tell, but you want to make this worth her while. passionate.

"i love you so much," you whisper against her skin. your breath grows closer and closer to where she needs you most, almost torturously slow. "i love you, jinx."

she shivers again with those words- because they never grow old, no matter how much she hears them. she used to believe that nobody could love her for the chaotic mess that she believes herself to be, and you've proved her wrong time and time again. it's moments like these that jinx feels like her heart is bleeding right onto the pillow, but she doesn't run from the feeling. she embraces it.

"i love you too," she whispers. "more than i ever thought i could love anyone."

that does it for you, and your mouth finally lands on her. splitting puffy folds with your tongue, before running it from her leaking entrance to her clit. the second it lands, jinx lets out a ragged moan. the tip of your tongue flicks over the bud once, then twice, then it flattens against her and her hand shoots down to tangle in your hair.

"oh- oh, fuck, that's it.."

you want to hear so many more of those noises. so you pick up the pace just a little, hands holding her thighs open and one of your thumbs brushing along the skin. your tongue flattens again, swirling around her clit while you feel her fingers gripping your hair even tighter. enough that you can almost feel her nails on your scalp.

every moan drawn from her chest is additional encouragement. your eyes flit up to her face from between her legs- those rosy eyes nearly glazed over, her face flushed. the quickened rise and fall of her chest is something you could grow addicted to. you'd tell her that, but… your mouth is occupied. maybe later.

your tongue swirls over her clit one more time before descending to her neglected hole, pressing in ever so slightly. you'd live between your girlfriend's legs, making out with her pretty cunt until you died if you could. that would be a good way to go, you think. jinx throws her head back at the sensation, she's always had a love for feeling full.. and you'll indulge her, just a bit.

"aah! hnng, toots- toots-"

what? you want to ask. what do you need?

though you know her well enough to press your tongue inside another little bit, hearing her breath catch and another little whine. then making your way back up to her clit. you can tell from the way that her walls contracted around the muscle that she's getting close, so you know what to do now.

jinx is already near losing her mind, but the second your lips form a seal over her clit, she's gone. the gentle suckling sends shock waves through her entire body, and she's trying so hard to not just grind her hips against your face. try as she may though- because she's doing it. it only further proves her desperation. you're making her feel incredible.

"i'm gonna… oh, fuuuuck, fuck, fuck!" she nearly cries out. "keep going, don't stop-"

then it hits her, washing over her like a tidal wave. although her mind goes blank for a moment while your tongue eases over to ride her through it, it's warm. not the rough, slamming feeling she gets at times. it feels like being lowered onto a cloud while your warm hands knead at her thighs.

another second before you make your way back up, leaving a few kisses along her stomach and chest on the way. jinx doesn't even think before pulling you down for a slow, breathless kiss. it's a bit messy, desperate- she can taste herself on your tongue. your bare breasts touching and her hands on the back of your neck.. the girl wants to be as close to you as humanly possible.

"that was…" she whispers against your lips.

"wonderful? perfect?" you offer, and she lets out a dry chuckle.

"yeah, all of the above. jeez," she huffs, before pressing another little peck to your lips. "you're good at this whole 'gentle' thing."

you give a warm smile before kissing both of her cheeks, then pulling back. she gives an almost pathetic whine and you can't help shaking your head.

"i'm just getting you some water and a towel, okay?"

jinx doesn't say anything in response, but nods. gods, the pout on her face is utterly adorable. she watches you move to her mini fridge, taking out a plastic water bottle and then her cabinets.. a messed-up, frayed towel, but it'll work. you return soon after with both in hand, handing her the bottle and gently wiping her inner thighs clean.

"how are you feeling?" you hum, sitting on the edge of the bed. she takes a little gulp of water, clearing her throat. "good. more than good. you��� damn."

another little smile tugs at your lips with the words. that was your entire goal: to make her feel good and loved. once jinx sets the empty bottle on a bedside table, you take the initiative to lay down beside the girl. wrapping your arms around her petite frame and holding her close to you, you can feel her head nestling into your chest. pure bliss.

"you were wonderful," you whisper, your eyes meeting jinx's own. "perfect. i love you so much."

"you keep saying that," she chuckles, although there's no bite to it.

"yeah, because it's true," and you come to pinch the tip of her nose, drawing a little giggle. "and i mean it more every time i say it. i love you, jinx."

she can't help the flush that rises to the tip of her ears. she hopes you won't notice, but she knows well that you will.

"mhm, i love you too," she replies, her voice an unusually soft whisper.

you press a gentle kiss to her forehead, hearing the little 'hm' she lets out. it's tranquil, peaceful while she comes down from the ecstasy you just gave her. she connects your lips once, twice, soft and sweet and tender. before she starts shifting to straddle your waist, and her kisses grow more rushed.

"hey, hey," you huff, though there's no denying the glint in your eyes. "i'm supposed to be taking care of you right now."

jinx rolls her eyes in amusement, pressing another chaste kiss to your lips. "yeah, well, i recover quick. now i'm gonna return the favor."

the girl has never been one to waste time, evident by the way she's already reaching to tug at the hem of your pajama pants. she's biting her lower lip like she's eager to unwrap a present.

"babe, you really don't have-"

she quickly presses her index fingers to your lips, tutting while shaking her head.

"ah-ah, toots, i'm gonna love ya the same way you did me."

and, well… the offer is too tempting. you slowly nod, tugging her down for one last sweet kiss. your foreheads pressed together, you whisper, "okay."

jinx doesn't need to be told twice. she moves to quickly pull off your pants, slipping them down your legs and discarding them to the same pile her own clothes went to. her lips move to your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses over the expanse and suckling. right over your pulse point, where she knows you're sensitive.

"jinx, that's, ah- not fair..."

she lets out a little huff against your skin, gently nipping the area with the teeth. "who said anything about being fair?"

because while she can be gentle, she's still jinx.

small marks start to form already, purple and bruised. not too large, but the girl has always had a thing for leaving her mark on you. at least they're smaller than they usually would be. her manicured nails lightly scrape down your collarbones, to your nipples before rolling both of the buds between her fingers.

your breath catches in your throat and you instinctually arch into the touch. her fingertips are calloused but so addicting- pleasing you thoroughly while she keeps her gaze on your face. parted lips and half-lidded eyes, you're a damn masterpiece.

"you're gorgeous," she hums, keeping her fingers on your nipples while her lips make their way down between the valley of your breasts and stomach. "you don't have a clue how pretty you are, do you? my pretty, pretty girl..."

the words have their desired effect as you feel heat rising to your cheeks, but damn if that heat in your core isn't more apparent than ever. now you understand why jinx was asking you to just get on with it, but at the same time, being loved like this is comforting. knowing that the girl knows every square inch of your body like the palm of her hand- all of your sensitive spots, every blemish and scar. she's seen all of your mind, body, and soul, and loves you for all of it.

jinx takes her time kissing over your stomach, any moles she might find- down to your navel, her tongue flicking out a few times just to taste you. kisses descending to your pelvis where she looks up at you.

"i wanna feel you so badly," she murmurs. "nice and deep."

it sends a jolt of desire right through you, landing between your legs and making you even wetter, somehow. she inches your panties down in a teasingly slow manner just to watch the expression on your face, the one that screams desire and affection.

"relax, toots.. i'll take good care of you. promise."

she moves back up your body to hover over your face, braids dangling over either side of you while her middle finger finds your clit. slowly at first, and the sensation is incredible. a soft whine is pulled from you and she smirks, finger moving in little circles over the bundle of nerves. working you slowly at first, then a little quicker as she hears even more moans.

"you sound so good," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips. "keep makin' those sounds for me, yeah?"

"yeah- yeah, aah.."

the pad of her finger keeps moving over you, picking up the pace before she sinks a finger inside. wet and eager, like you're sucking her in, and she lets out a little giggle.

"wow, it went right in! you want me bad, huh?" she huffs, a toothy grin coming to her face. "you're adorable.. i love every part of ya. everything."

her thumb works over your clit while her middle finger slowly thrusts in and out of your hole, wet squelching noises a quiet melody. she loves it. bless those long and slender fingers, already hitting your g-spot and making you see stars with each gentle thrust.

"right there, right- ah! hnng.."

your back starts to arch off the bed, one hand finding the sheets and gripping. jinx takes your other hand though, lacing your fingers together as her lips brush the underside of your jaw. the gesture is so intimate, a reassurance that she's here and you're safe with her. gentle affection, even through her teasing remarks.

"i got ya, i got ya..."

she keeps rubbing in gentle circles while her middle finger thrusts in and out of you in tandem. hitting that spongy spot again and again while she watches your face twist in pleasure and your eyes almost glaze over. her gapped teeth sink into her lower lip and low hums escape her, because damn is she in awe. you're so perfect, so smart and so loving and she gets to be the one to feel you like this.

jinx then slips her ring finger inside, drawing a guttural moan from your throat while your head tosses to the side. she tuts though, clicking her teeth.

"look at me, babe."

it's hard to concentrate on anything with the way her hand is making you feel, but you turn your half-lidded eyes back to you. there's so much pure adoration in her gaze it nearly hurts. her pace quickens a little, both her thumb and her fingers inside you. she can feel your gummy walls pulsating around her and she already knows you're close. you must've been really worked up from what you'd done to her.

"getting close, toots?"

"mm.. yeah, haah- close, please-"

not a second more before her lips are on yours, moving in a slow yet desperate rhythm. kiss-swollen lips swallowing every moan and whimper as you arch into her, squeezing her hand as if she's your only physical anchor to the world. right now, she might as well be.

"come on, cum for me," she murmurs against your lips, pressing her forehead against yours. "i love you.. love seeing you like this. love hearing you. cum for me-"

those words and her ministrations are everything you need to go over that edge. the entire world goes blank for a moment, your vision white and a shrill cry escaping you.

"jinx, oh gods- jinx!" you cry, now gripping that hand so hard you might as well break it. but she doesn't mind for a second. "oh.. fuck, jinx..."

"shh, i'm right here," she whispers, withdrawing her fingers from you. she slips the digits into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them and tasting your essence. seeing you flushed and wrecked after what you've just shared. "right here. i'm not goin' anywhere, lovebug.."

you're trying to catch your breath below her, a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin. but throughout it all, you let out a soft laugh and lean up to connect your lips once more in a chaste kiss.

"you're way too good at that, jinx.. wow."

"i aim to please," she grins. "nothing but the best for my girl."

[wyniepooh]

Like a fucking dream i’m living in

jake peralta turns into a thief for you.

Perv!peralta x reader. When Jake and reader temporarily live together, reader’s things suddenly begin to go missing. Mdni; 18+

you first noticed the lingering glances.

you tried your best to avoid peralta in the late night, walking on tip-toes and staying confined in your room for as long as you could bear. You had already done him a huge favour by inviting him to live in your apartment while he searched for his own, so you figured it was best to keep things at least somewhat professional.

Still, the apartment wasn’t that big (it was New York, after all), and despite your best efforts, you encountered him more than you would’ve liked.

You’d often catch him in the kitchen late at night, pouring himself a glass of water while you awkwardly approached to grab a quick snack. The interaction is silent, and yet you were always uncomfortably alert. You didn’t need to look over at him to feel his gaze falling down your body, his gaze focusing primarily on the mound of your chest peeking through the thin pyjamas.

you took note of his loose grey sweats and the casual white tee he wore so well, but you were careful to not show your interest— even if he was obvious with his. The interaction would end almost as quickly as it started when he’d awkwardly raise a hand in greeting before retreating back to his guest room.

then, it was the persistant touching.

You’d be struggling to grab a cookbook perched on the top shelf of the cabinet, and before you could even ask for help, Jake is behind you, lowering the book with a soft hand on the small of your waist. “Thanks,” you’d mutter, eyes fluttering all over his face, and he’d say nothing except flash you a crooked grin.

Once, you were heading out for drinks and right before you could reach the door, he called your name with a tone of rushed urgency.

“wait, uh, you got a little…” he pointed to the corner of his own lips.

You quickly reached up to wipe away whatever was on your face, but after multiple attempts, he insisted it was still there, and so he walked over and slyly swiped it away with his hand. The pad of his thumb stayed on your lips longer than necessary, his eyes on yours longer than needed, and when he finally pulled away, you swear his fingers were squeaky clean.

your last straw was when your things began to disappear.

They were small things at first— the pen you used for all your police paperwork, the bowl you used every evening for dinner. Then, the casual robbery escalated to your bedroom.

The lace bra you wore on special occasions, the skimpy pair of panties you had hidden away deep in your drawer. There could only be one culprit, you knew that, and yet, you didn’t feel a need to confront him.

Instead, you began to wear the bra you normally wouldn’t wear on a random Tuesday, making sure the delicate lace trim was visible through your low-cut tank top. You reciprocated the endless touching; a light touch on his bicep as you laughed at his joke, or a press of your ass against him as you reached for a spatula.

You were more on edge than you had ever been, but there was always a delicious thrill that ran down your spine the second you both came home to resume the unspoken game.

You had almost forgotten about everything tonight, coming back late from a meeting that had drained the energy out of you. But on your way to your room, you couldn’t help but take an extra step towards the guest room. A sliver of dim light was visible through his half-closed door, and while you couldn’t see him, you heard him.

You hadn’t gotten any for longer than you’d like to admit, but you were still able to recognize the sounds of sex, all sloppy and dirty and wild. Except there was only one voice, one tone in the string of moans that escaped through the cracks and into your perked ears.

“Uh- fu- fuck, yeah, just like that.”

You remained frozen in shock for just a moment, staring at the door, then, through a sudden burst of adrenaline, you shifted your head until Jake finally came into view.

He was sat on the edge of the guest bed you had meticulously made that very morning, except now the sheets were wrinkled and undoubtedly covered in his sweat. Jake’s head was thrown back in a fit of indulgence, his eyes squinted closed as if the pleasure was painful to even think about. Your quiet breaths hitched as your eyes trailed down his open button-up, soft abs decorating his torso.

Then, you saw it. A pair of black panties, your panties, scrunched up in his left hand as his right pumped up and down his length. Rather than feeling disgusted or relieved that you had finally caught the thief using your expert detective skills, something much more dangerous was growing in the pit of your stomach.

You found your breaths linking up with his as they got more frantic, more hungry for a release that could never be matched to that of his imagination. You couldn’t tear your eyes away as he vocalized his thoughts, muttering your name as he pleaded, “please, just give it to me,” and “show me how much you want me, baby.”

You almost gasped when he loudly groaned one last time, his whole body shaking stiffly as he came, short spurts of white falling where your panties were now wrapped around his cock. You were carefully observing the way the aftershocks came over his body— heaving breathing, faltering hands, when suddenly, he turns his head.

He looks directly at you, and for a moment, panic flashes over his eyes as if he’s waiting for you to yell, to scream, to burst into the room and ask him what the hell he’s doing. But you don’t do that, and soon, any signs of anxiety dissipates from his eyes. There was only desire in his gaze, a heat that was dark and brewing and matched the one between your legs, begging to spill over.

As a corner of his lip lifted up casually, yours did too, and you knew, if you didn’t make the first move now, he was about to.

-

A/n: officially on winter break from school so I’m locking in on this acc (I’m lying.)

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Very good, would survive the winter on it.

From: Disney Frozen: The Official Cookbook: A Culinary Journey Through Arendelle

[atlaculture]

Favorite Foods: Zuko

Whereas everyone else's favorite foods required research and conjecture, Zuko's post mostly builds off what we see in the show. The foods Zuko likes are inspired by multiple real-life cultures. Links to recipes will be included.

Larou (臘肉) - Also called Lap Yuk in Cantonese, is cured pork belly aka bacon. According to the old Nickelodeon ATLA page, sizzle-crisps appear to be the Fire Nation's version of bacon bits. And, according to the official Avatar cookbook, sizzle-crisps are Zuko's favorite snack. He likes their long shelf-life and versatility, which are necessities for food meant to be stored on a ship. He not only eats them on their own as a snack, but uses them as seasoning for any dishes he considers under-seasoned and bland, which is most non-Fire Nation food. As such, he always carries around a bag of "sizzle crisps", like how some people always have hot sauce on their person. He likes his larou extra peppery.

Shaved Ice - A popular summer treat in many parts of the world, Asia included. In its most basic form, shaved ice is frozen water or milk, topped with a sweet syrup. Shaved ice brings back bittersweet memories for Zuko, reminding him of fun times spent at Ember Island with his family. Zuko's favorite flavors are guava and watermelon. He normally eats a pretty basic version in public, but will go all out with toppings when no one's watching.

Jook - Jook is the Cantonese name for rice porridge and the term Iroh uses when serving it to Zuko. Considering Zuko's tendency to push himself too hard, it's likely that the prince had a good number of bed-rest days during his banishment. As such, I think Iroh is quite used to preparing jook for his nephew. While Zuko initially didn't appreciate being "babied" (from his perspective), he comes to associate jook with his uncle's love for him. Rice porridge is eaten all over Asia.

Inihaw Na Bangus - Tagolog for "Grilled Milkfish", this is a popular fish dish in the Philippines. The milkfish is stuffed with flavorful ingredients, scored, and grilled over a fire. During the book 1 episode, "The Warriors of Kyoshi", Zuko is shown being served what looks to be this dish by his ship's cook. I feel that Zuko would have a love-hate relationship with this meal. He genuinely loves eating it, but it was also served to him very often, due to the availability of the fish while out at sea. Thus, Zuko went through cycles of eating it constantly, and then not even wanting to see it for months at a time. After the war, it became a meal he'd have about once a week.

Sea cucumber sashimi - As I mentioned in a previous post, "sea slug" is a more antiquated name for the sea cucumber. In ATLA, smoked sea slug is served as commoner's food, while parts of the sea slug are served raw to the wealthy. In real life, sea slug/cucumber is actually an expensive delicacy that's served raw in Japan and Korea. Considering Zuko's willingness to steal high quality food in Book 2, I always felt that he probably has a rather refined palette. "Sea slug" sashimi was probably the dish he missed most from the FN palace. He liked dipping it in soy sauce mixed with chili paste.

Tea - I'm sure we all saw this coming. Under Iroh's influence, Zuko comes to appreciate tea. While not the connoisseur that his uncle is, he does enjoy winding down with a mellow jasmine tea at the end of the day.

Also, I think we can all agree that Zuko would never eat a turtle-duck. ^_^

[natalievoncatte]

19. Bake

Leaning against the doorframe, Lena watched as Kara furrowed her brows in concentration so intense that it seemed her project might burst into flames. Literally. She was was craned over a cookbook on the counter and mumbling to herself about pearl-sized beads of butter and exactly what size a pearl is.

She never admitted it, but Kara sometimes she struggled with metaphors like that, little things that a human would know that eluded one of the last survivors of a doomed planet. The others, even Alex, thought it was cute or funny but they didn’t seem to notice the pain in Kara’s eyes or how lost she looked when she missed something others all knew.

Lena stalked up behind her and leaned over the counter beside her.

“Hey,” said Lena.

“Hi,” said Kara.

“What are you up to?”

“I’m making a pumpkin pie for tomorrow, but the dough doesn’t look right.”

Lena looked over Kara’s work and frowned. What she had was most definitely not pie dough. She then glanced at the fridge and saw the list of things Kara was trying to make.

“Hmm,” said Lena.

She opened the fridge and freezer and looked over Kara’s pantry and sighed.

This would not do at all.

“We’re taking a break,” said Lena.

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

In a few minutes she had an Instacart list cobbled together and had placed the order. Kara pouted when her attempted dough went in the bin, but Lena stood firm.

“Let me help you.”

Kara signed. “I want to do it myself.”

Lena’s heart felt like it was climbing up her throat. Kara was so effortlessly pretty that it was, frankly, unfair. Her glasses were off and her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and Lena was obsessed. She had on a baggy t-shirt that softened her lithe, muscular frame and hung a little off one shoulder. She looked so soft despite the cords of steel hard muscle that flexed beneath her silky skin.

It made Lena a little panicky. Sometimes she’d think to herself that seeing Kara every time was just like seeing her for the first time, which was exactly like the first time she looked at another girl *like that* as if some pathway had just opened in her brain.

After the grocery order arrived and Lena bumped the driver’s tip to four figures for coming on the day before Thanksgiving, Lena set to work.

“I’ve never seen you cook,” said Kara.

“In the only one in the family who can,” said Lena, as she scrubbed a potato. “Lillian thought doing menial tasks was beneath our dignity, and forbade it. Of course I snuck out to spend time with the staff.”

Kara looked at her softly.

“Let’s get that pie in the works while these boil,” she said, slipping the potatoes into the pot.

Kara ended up helping more than anything, as Lena worked her way through the list.

“This way we’ll just have to make the turkey tomorrow,” she explained. “The rest will all be done and we’ll have some time to relax before everyone arrives. Is your mother coming?”

“She’s staying with Alex this year,” said Kara.

She was looking at Lena as she spoke, her voice a little distant. A shiver passed down Lena’s spine and she felt her cheeks pink a little, as she glanced away and turned back to grating frozen butter for the pie crust.

Kara sidled closer, seemingly reading the cookbook, but every time Lena looked over, Kara met her gaze and quickly turned away.

“Here you go, darling. Fold it like a letter, turn, fold it like a letter, turn. Do that three times, then back in the fridge for half an hour and we do it again.”

Lena was, in all honesty, doing the real work and giving Kara the simple tasks, like peeling the potatoes (which was easy, because she could not only do so without burning herself, but could also just reach into the boiling water to grab.)

Kara neatly folded the pie crust while Lena mashed the potatoes and pushed them through Kara’s sieve for perfect, Michelin-star restaurant smoothness. Lena was a little daunted by the “green bean casserole”, not exactly standard Luthor thanksgiving fare, but it was easier as she was watched Kara follow her instructions to knead dough for dinner rolls.

They worked in companionable silence, Lena doing one task while Kara did another, and slowly they built up an array of side dishes and a wonderful smelling pumpkin pie that Lena had to practically tear Kara away from. She almost wished she’d made a spare pie for Kara to eat right now.

“I’m huuuuuungry” she pleaded.

Looking over Kara’s now-full fridge, full of delicious Thanksgiving fare ready to be warmed in the oven, she pulled out her phone.

“We’ll get take-away delivered.”

Knowing what she was dealing with, Lena ordered enough Chinese for a small army and ended up picking at spicy beef and broccoli while Kara sat next to her, devouring her own body weight from five different containers.

“Here,” she said, offering Lena a fortune cookie.

Smirking, Lena popped it open and unfurled the little message.

“What’s it say?”

A great opportunity lies before you.

Lena laughed. “Nothing. Now we have to clean up, you know.”

“I can do that, you just relax.”

Lena sank back into the couch -she was tired- while Kara rolled up her sleeves and did the dishes, moving a little too fast for a human, at least until Lena looked over to watch her, studying the flexing muscles in her forearms as she worked. There was something playing on the tv, but it was vastly less interesting.

Kara smelled pleasantly of soap when she plopped on the couch, rocking Lena towards her. She sank back and sighed, letting her head loll over so she could look at Lena.

“Thank you for doing all that work. I’d have been hopeless without you.”

“It was my pleasure,” Lena said, softly.

It was getting late, the sun having long set; they’d toiled in the kitchen past nine o’clock.

It was time for Lena to go home.

Kara looked pensive, pretty eyes downcast.

“You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”

It was an absurd question, profoundly silly, even. Lena had been to every Danvers family get together for the better part of three years now (there was that one missed year, gaping like a void in her chest, but that was over now, they were better, she wouldn’t spend another Thanksgiving drunk on her sofa and sobbing ever again)

Lena wished she’d opened one of the wine bottles. She needed a little help with her courage. Her voice cracked a little when she managed to say, “It’s getting late. I could just stay.”

Her heart was pounding.

Kara’s hand slid along the back of the couch and she crooked one of Lena’s curls around her finger, playing idly with it. They sat close, turned into each other, almost touching.

“You can have the bed,” said Kara. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Lena felt her throat go dry, and squeezed her hands together to keep them from shaking. She was as nervous as a schoolgirl, and it was weirdly delightful. Kara was watching her cocky confidence and a crooked smile.

“I wouldn’t want to put you out,” said Lena. “I trust you to keep your hands to yourself if we share the bed.”

“What will you sleep in?”

“Won’t you let me borrow something?”

Kara made a little gesture with her head. Lena nodded and headed behind the partition that made up Kara’s “bedroom wall” and turned to the clothes rack that served as her closet. Hand trembling, she swept each item aside, stopping when she found an old hoodie.

It was threadbare and the drawstrings were missing and it was much too large for her, but it was perfect, a maroon Midvale High sweatshirt. Lena carefully laid it out on the bed and in a single nervous, trembling motion, pulled her top over her head and set it aside.

It was chilly in the apartment, and her skin pricked with goose pimples as soon as the air hit it. She licked her lips nervously and popped the clasps on her bra before discarding it and dumping the sweatshirt on over her bare skin. The hem hung well below her waist.

Feeling her pulse in her throat, she pushed her leggings down and stepped out of them, then padded back out on bare feet, toes curling from the cold floor.

“You coming?”

Kara’s eyes went comically wide when she saw her, gaze instantly drawn to her pale legs.

“Yep.”

Lena retreated to the bedroom… then realized that Kara hadn’t changed. Lena was standing there awkwardly when Kara strolled around the partition and, in a slightly too hurried motion, pulled her own top off.

She was facing away, her back flexing magnificently as she stretched, now clad only in a soft black sports bra. Lena knew she was staring as Kara pushed her jeans down, revealing a pair of flannel boxer shorts beneath. She turned and looked at Lena.

Oh holy fuck, Lena thought.

“I usually just sleep like this,” Kara said, her voice quivering a little. “Is that okay?”

Lena nodded.

She climbed into the bed, sort of precariously parking on the edge. Kara lifted the covers and slid under, her weight on the mattress making it curve towards her, as though Lena were drawn, by gravity, to her embrace.

She let it take her. She ended up right next to Kara, and the lay turned on their sides towards each other.

Lena wanted to scream. This was a terrible idea.

“Hi,” Kara whispered.

“Hi, yourself,” said Lena.

God, she was right there, those muscles, the silky golden-tanned skin of her long legs (how did she have a tan in November?!), the supernaturally perfect blonde curls, and those big, pretty blue eyes just drinking her in.

Lena snuggled up under the blankets, shifting closer.

“So we’re sleeping in the same bed,” said Kara.

“Yes, I see we are. Though neither of us appears to be sleeping.”

“True,” said Kara, “though one might say that we’re about to sleep together.”

“One might,” Lena agreed.

“English is such a funny language. Someone might be confused if I went around saying I sleep with Lena Luthor.”

“Some might be jealous,” said Lena, arching a brow.

“Well of course. They don’t know what a little snuggle bunny you are.”

Lena grinned foolishly, trying to hide it behind the baggy sleeve of Kara’s sweatshirt.

“You’re wearing my clothes, too. Someone might say we’re going steady.”

“Aren’t we? Neither of us had been on a date with anyone in years.”

Lena wanted to feel bold, she really did, but she was so nervous she could barely breathe.

“Are you okay, baby?” Kara whispered. “Your heart is going really fast.”

Lena nodded. “I’m okay, just, um.”

She felt so silly. Here she was, bold, sassy, uber-confident battle bisexual Lena Luthor utterly tongue tied and helpless and in bed with her best friend.

Kara shifted closer, then closer still. Lena thought she might literally depart from her body when Kara’s legs tangled gently with hers. She stared in astonishment when Kara gently rolled her on her back… by climbing on top of her, slipping an arm around her back while the other hand brushed loose locks from her eyes and swept around to cradle the back of her head.

“Are we really doing this?” Lena choked out. “What are we doing?”

Kara’s face filled her vision, inches from kissing her. Hot breath ticked her lips.

“I think the real question is why did we wait so long?”

“If you don’t kiss me, I’m going to die.”

Kara did, dipping down slowly to brush her lips lightly over Lena’s in the most teasing, potent first kiss she’d ever had, a kiss to make her forget all her other firsts. Then Kara kissed her harder and Lena could feel the need in her, hunger and passion pent up for years.

She responded with her own, pressing her hips up to meet Kara.

“You took my favorite hoodie.”

“I did.”

“Be a good girl, and give it back.”

Lena, it turned out, was a very good girl.

When she woke up the next… noonish, she was still feeling the afterglow. Kara was passed out and snoring next to her, arm casually thrown over Lena’s belly. She slipped out from under it and stretched in the sunlight before pulling the hoodie back on. She’d have to find something more proper to wear, after a shower and some breakfast. She didn’t want to spoil her dinner, but she was hungry. Kara had been… exhausting, honestly.

She wanted to do a little dance, right until she walked out into the main area of the loft, bare-assed and hoodie-clad, and found herself face to face with Alex and Eliza Danvers.

“What are you doing here?” Lena and Alex both yelped at the same time.

Eliza was beet red, but said, “Ah, hello, Lena. You came early?”

(And often)

“I, um, that is, I, we…”

Eliza was bemused now, giving her a motherly smile.

“Why don’t you go change and wake Kara up?”

Alex continued to stare at Lena, the wheels almost audibly spinning in her head.

“Okaygoodidea,” Lena chirped out, awkwardly tugging her sole garment down as she darted back into the bedroom.

A few minutes later, Lena was in the shower while Kara very loudly explained the merits of texting first or just knocking on the door like a normal person, while Alex snapped back that it was technically still her apartment.

When she finally emerged in Kara’s flannel and Kara’s jeans, Alex and Kara were still bickering while Eliza was simply staring at the contents of the fridge. Lena walked over awkwardly (for multiple reasons) and rubbed at her arms.

“I helped Kara get all the other dishes ready. We only have to worry about the turkey.”

Eliza looked up and smirked at her.

“May I just say… it’s about time, sweetheart.”

[mr-walkingrainbow]

DESCENDANTS: The Rise of Red! (or the REAL hidden story in the movie + what’s gonna happen in the sequel THEORY!)

So we ALL watched the movie right? We ALL thought the plot sucked and the movie ended abruptly with a underwhelming climax?

WELL HERES WHY WERE WRONG!

So I did some really deep thinking, and I figured, these writers can’t be THAT stupid? The director can’t be THAT idiotic, lame, and boring? That would just embarrass Disney, not to mention all the well respected actors that are in this!

So I thought hard. I thought hard and I thought long. Like hella long. And I tallied up all the plot inconsistencies, all the weird explanations, all the very specific lines in songs, and I did it. I fixed descendants rise of red! I FIGURED IT OUT!

So!! Here it is! What TRULY happened that crowncoming night! And what going back in time actually did!

(I intentionally put a keep reading so if anyone wanted to avoid spoilers they can)

So! Now that we’re under the keep reading. Anything spoilerly can be said!

So first things first. The biggest theory everyone is saying.

ELLA DID IN FACT POISON BRIDGET!

Yes! I said it! We all thought the movie was leading to this! So it was underwhelming when it was revealed it was Uliana and her crew were the origins behind the prank.

OR WERE THEY?

We all saw that once they opened the book; they were frozen. Because they were ‘bad’ and Merlin’s security system was set into place.

And many of you came up with the giant plot hole that this would have happened REGARDLESS of whether Red and Chloe interfered.

AND YOUR RIGHT!

This sole reason, is why the group COULDNT have done it! Not only were they frozen, but they couldn’t read the recipe, and were properly sent to detention, ergo exonerating them from being at the dance! Meaning their was literally no way they could have been behind the prank!

So with them being withheld from the dance, who could it be? Who was the one person who was originally at the dance, but now no longer could be? What was the one actual change that Red and Chloe set off?

ELLA. AND THE VASE!

We all see that when the two go into Ella’s house, Chloe knocks over a Vase. Breaking it. Lady Tremaine GROUNDS Ella! Meaning that she COULD NOT go to the dance!

This DIDNT happen originally! Meaning Ella DID go to the dance in the original timeline! Which is proven when Cinderella (I’m calling Adult Ella, Cinderella) talks to The Red Queen (I’m calling Adult Bridget The Red Queen) about how the prank being pulled was wrong. She had first handed knowledge of the prank. AND she told Chloe she fell in love with Charming at the dance.

But! Since Ella is the only difference in the two timelines in regarding to the dance, this is PROOF that she was the one who actually pranked Bridget, NOT Uliana and her crew!

So here’s what I think happened!

Ella, who saw Bridget being bullied about the cupcakes, and saw Uliana take all the cupcakes. And promptly being threatened by Uliana. Decided to bake Bridget something to cheer her up. However Bridget literally has all of the cookbooks in auradon. As shown. So she snoops around and finds Merlin’s cookbook! (Because it’s also shown she’s okay with breaking the rules if it’s for a good cause. From her get our hands dirty song!) and double and, the book WOULD open for her because she is a good person. AND she was doing it for a good reason!

she flips through the book and finds some simple blase recipe that cheers Bridget up. Maybe gives her cool hair (Red hair??). Something simple but sweet.

However. While doing this, she happens to see the Monster food recipe. She doesn’t look at it for long of course. Just enough to remember it’s a thing.

BACK TO BRIDGET!

Now! I swear to whatever’s out there that the person who played Chloe said there was a queer character in Dedcendants 4. I can’t find it now but it was some tumblr or insta post. I know cause I immediately told my friend afterwards.

Anywho. I think Bridget is the queer character! We see in the movie her only friend was Ella. Not only that but she YEARNS for someone to care about enough to ask her out (in a romantic way like charming just tried to do for Ella) Ella, who again. Is Bridget’s only friend. And ergo, shows her love no one else does, IMMEDIATELY asks her to go to the dance with her! (Might have said as friends in the other timeline too. Who knows)

But! This only makes Bridget’s crush on Ella even BIGGER. And she falls in love with her! She probably thinks they might have a chance!

This is also somewhat proven by The Red Queens song ‘Love Ain’t It’

Title ; Love Ain’t It

Red : “With all the Grief you’ve experienced”

Red (Speaking of Cinderella) : So you Knew her?

The Red Queen : I saw through her. Cinderella and I were classmates in a way.

(Notice how she uses Ella’s mocking name after she has time to recover from the interaction. She said ELLA originally when she caught her off guard. Also. The line. I SAW THROUGH HER. It’s a double edged sword. Saw through her fronts. Saw the hurting girl inside. Saw through her LIES saw the mean girl behind)

Proven by the next lines

The red Queen : I spent way to much time in this place

So I had to escape

the people might smile

but their two faced, too fake.

Girl was relentlessly bullied and betrayed by someone she loved

And Ella Knows it.

Cinderella : Some people act mean at first, because their too afraid to feel

[the reverse is also true]

Cinderella : Look hon. Back in high school, a mean prank was played

And ever since that fateful day

She was never the same, it’s quite a shame.

So the Red Queen sings a whole song about how Love isn’t it. And we ALL KNOW that her only connection to love as a kid was through ELLA. meaning Bridget HAD A CRUSH on Ella. Was IN LOVE. With Ella.

So. How did Crowncoming originally happen you ask?

Here’s my theory

Ella and Bridget go to the dance. They are happy! They have fun. Bridget falls further in love with Ella. Meanwhile. Ella falls in love with Charming!

Her and Charming hit it off. And Ella starts to feel loved and appreciated for the first time in her life.

Then, Bridget performs her ‘Shuffle of Love’ dance. All the attention is on her! Even Charmings.

Ella feels robbed. She feels jealous. She feels angry that her friend is stealing the one good moment she is finally having to herself.

And so she briefly remembers the spell. And in a moment of error, she either A. Remembers the recipe already and makes the recipe. Or B. Re-Sneaks back into the office to see it. However I’m going with A because the book wouldn’t have opened again for Ella because of her bad intentions.

Whichever way. Bridget eats the baked treat. (I think it was a cupcake. Ella could have lied and said it was from the earlier batch)

And then. IT HAPPENS! Bridget is turned into an ugly terrifying monster. Everyone LAUGHS at her. Everyone makes fun of her

And Bridget, who is confused, understands only ONE person could have done this to her. She looks at someone she was in love with. And just sees Ella and Charming laughing. Laughing at her. Bonding over laughing at HER.

Bridget runs off. In tears. Broken inside. With an equally broken heart.

Maybe if Ella had immediately realized her error and run after her she would have turned out differently. But no. It is proven that Ella stayed at the dance and stayed with Charming. They wouldn’t have had the chance to fall in love if she left.

So Bridget. Spends the rest of the night terrified. Looking like a monster. And being laughed and screamed and made fun of everywhere she goes. And not only that. But her ONLY FRIEND. Her CRUSH. Someone she TRUSTED did this to her

Now THIS! THIS is something can break a person. This is something that can change their views on the world. On humanity itself. She was a kind girl. Was kind to everyone no matter how meanly they treated her. But through it all, Ella was her rock. Her friend. Her secret love. Someone who was good and kind through it all.

But she betrayed her. Tbe one nice person betrayed her. Showing that being nice doesn’t do it. Being nice does not mean good things happen. Being nice doesn’t is worthless if this is what it gets you. Everyone is two faced. And the only thing that’s real. The only thing she CAN feel. Is hurt. And pain. And fear. And so that’s what she swears to become. That’s what she swears to do. Be mean and cruel and heartless so she never has to feel all this pain ever again. So her eventual DAUGHTER never has to feel this again. It’s better to be alone and feared. Then alone and broken.

Ella probably realized the error of her ways the next day. But as she said. It was too late. Bridget was never the same.

This Explains why they had so many odd interactions. The raw feral burning chemistry between them. All the odd phrase. Why The Red Queen would be okay sending her BEST FRIEND to death. Why she would be okay killing her. And taking over auradon. To Her? Cinderella is the one who made her this way.

but also part of her still remembers. Still cares. It’s why she gave her once chance to kneel to her. (And as we’ve noted in the books and movies. She doesn’t give ANYONE else a second chance. She punishes I’m immediately and harshly)

And so! With all of this happening. Theirs gonna be some catylist in recent times. The Red Queen might be nice now. But something will have changed. Ella never went to the dance. (She clearly fell in love with charming somewhere else cause otherwise Chloe would have disappeared) but something happened when she wasn’t at the dance. Something that caused another problem. And THATS gonna be the sequel to this movie. Descendants : Rise of Red part two.

(as we’ve seen the official script for the movie is literally called Descendants : Rise of Red part one. MEANING they wrote it with the purpose of being part one to either a sequel or a threequal)

And THAT! Ladies and Gentleman, is what I think the REAL plot behind Descendants : Rise of Red is! A movie that is not idiotically not thought out at all, but really something so secretly genuis is blows your mind!

Hope you enjoyed!

[cera-writes]

your gambit fics are so good you write him amazingly 💕 gambit or magneto x reader fluff pls?

Merci, mon ami! <3 For real though, thank you that is such a great compliment!! I'll definitely write for both requests! Erik x Reader will be in a separate post. But I do plan on writing for him <3 Pairing: Remy "Gambit" LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy shows the reader how to make his famous creole gumbo and a confession with lots of fluff ensues tags: sfw, fluff, and Remy just being his lovable ragin' Cajun self.

"Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You were busy prepping supper in the kitchen of the mansion, taking over dinner duties that afternoon. Thing was though, that you couldn't quite figure out just what you wanted to make.

You'd pulled out every cookbook Professor Xavier had stored in the kitchen but nothing was quite to your liking.

You flipped through the pages, eyes scanning over every recipe on every page but nothing spoke to you. You really just didn't know what you specifically had the taste for.

You sighed, growing frustrated with your lack of a decision for picking something to eat.

"Geez, this should not be that hard," you scolded yourself. "Screw it. I'm just gonna pop a frozen lasagna in the oven."

You had just opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen food and closed the door when you nearly had a heart attack seeing Gambit standing on the other side.

You nearly dropped the frozen lasagna before Remy grabbed it out of your hands.

Gambit took one look at the monstrocity you were about to make before tossing it back into the cold tundra. He then made a disgusted face.

"Gambit know you ain't about to cook that, petite!"

You folded your arms over your chest raising a brow at him. "You have any better ideas?" You asked, daring him to give you his suggestions.

"As a matter of fact I do, chere. Let ol' Gambit show you how it's done."

You watched as he started pulling out different types of ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator.

"Help Gambit out darlin' and grab that big pot out from over there," he pointed to one of the bottom cabinets that held all the cookware.

You huffed before doing just that as he laid out all the ingredients on the counter.

"Gambit gonna show you how to make his famous gumbo."

You had no objections. "Be my guest, monsieur."

He grinned at the use of your French vocabulary.

"It may take a while to cook but this'll have everybody comin' back for seconds," he smirked, grabbing a knife from the cutlery set.

He then motioned for you to stand in front of him, guiding the knife into your hand as he helped you chop some of the ingredients up.

Your back was pressed flush to his chest and you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. It was no secret that the two of you had unspoken feelings towards each other. He always found ways to brush up against you or use some excuse to get close to you. Right now was no exception either.

"Just like that, chere..." Remy trailed off, helping you slice up the food and put it into the pot. He was so close to your ear that you felt his breath tickle the sensitive skin there. It made your heart rate quicken.

"You're doin' a mighty fine job of that," Gambit praised you, causing your cheeks to heat up. He then moved away, letting you catch your breath. He knew exactly how to rile you up. And it always seemed to work.

Soon, he had the pot boiling on the stove. "Now we let it simmer to perfection," he made a little chef's kiss motion, bringing his fingers to his lips. "But in the meantime, Gambit can find other ways to pass the time with you ma petite." He tossed you a playful wink.

His eyes then trailed over your frame, noticing what you were wearing. "Not gonna lie chere, you look delectable in an apron."

You rolled your eyes, not being able to hide your smile at his compliment. He was such a shameless flirt.

He moved closer to you again, wanting to just be near you. He loved your presence. You somehow always had a way of lighting up the room when you were around. He backed you up against the counter, placing his hands on either sides of you.

"You wanna know somethin' ma cherie?" His gaze lowered to yours, face just mere inches from kissing you. You swallowed hard, wondering what he was about to say.

"Gambit has, well, liked you for a while. And ain't referring to like in a friend sort of way. You do somethin to me and I need to show you what that means..."

He cupped a hand to your cheek, leaning in as his stubble brushed against the skin there. His lips melted into yours, causing sparks to fly in a figurative sense. You gasped softly, wrapping your arms around his neck, bringing him in closer to you.

Once you both finally pulled away for air, the pot had started boiling over.

"Merde!" Gambit cursed under his breath, reluctantly breaking away from you to tend to the food.

Once he got that settled, he immediately turned his attention back to you only to find you with your hands on your knees laughing at the whole situation. "What?" He smirked. "We almost let the food burn from makin' out."

"Exactly," you grinned, face flushed red with happiness and humor.

He couldn't help but sweep you off your feet this time as he sat you on the counter. He moved some stray hair from your face before he gazed into your eyes.

"I need to know if you feel the same for Gambit..." his voice was low and husky now and suddenly all seriousness returned back to your features as he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Do you even need to ask, Remy?"

You grabbed his shirt and crashed your lips into his this time. He kissed you back eagerly, until you both heard the sound of someone clearing their throat awkwardly.

You both turned to look and see Wolverine, Morph, Cyclops, and the rest of the X-Men standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Uh, It's dinner time. Or were we interrupting something else?" Cyclops raised a brow.

You both smiled sheepishly.

Remy scratched the back of his neck and smirked, "Dinner's ready," before giving you a wink as if to say we'll finish this later.

[random-bi-writer]

Imagine being the Vks, you get frozen by the enchanted cookbook and you're completely aware of what's happening and you can't move.

Right now, you're being forced to listen to the gayest conversation you ever heard from these two "transfer students."