#milk fish soup x reader

[fragrantpines]

Obsessed with the idea of Milk Fish Soup painting you wherever he goes. Everything he paints has a little something that reminds him of you, ranging from the smallest of details to whole paintings. The flower hanging off that tree is the flower you wore in your hair last week, the tea cups on the table are engraved with your initials, the colour of the sky is in your favourite colour.... the list goes on and on.

“Whenever I pick up my brush, the first thing I think of painting is you. Maybe that's why the painting realm feels so lively as of late.”

His eyes looked at you with an unspeakable amount of fondness, as if all the treasures in the world were standing right before. You were his treasure, his beloved, his everything, nothing in this world could ever compare to you and if creating these paintings could show you how much you truly meant to him, then he wouldn't mind painting them for the rest of his immortal lifetime.

Before long, he slowly stretches a hand towards you and smiles bashfully.

“Would you like to see the latest painting I drew?”

[dustofthedailylife]

Cereal Debates

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Pairing: Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader

Summary: You get the urge to tease your boyfriend every once in a while. And today was another day like that. And what better way to do that than to bring up the age-old question: Is cereal soup?

Tags: Crack, a bit of fluff toward the end

A/N: I wrote this like a possessed woman when I thought about the idea. Especially since Alhaitham HATES soup... and don't we all want to rile him up at times? I sure as hell do, especially since he made me lose three 50/50s on his banner now -.-

You sat on the sofa in the living room, flipping through the daily newspaper and eating a bowl of yogurt with fruits for breakfast. 

You suddenly hear the floorboards in the direction of the bedroom creak and not too long after you could hear a yawn and some feet shuffling towards the living room.

“Good Morning.” Alhaitham groaned sleepily. 

He rubbed his eyes and squinted as soon as he was faced with the morning sun falling in through the windows. He had always been somewhat of a morning grump and to be honest, it sort of made him look cute.

The disheveled hair and clothes, the imprint of his pillow still on his cheek, the sleepy expression, and the frown as he slurped his coffee in silence every morning. It took all your willpower not to jump and squeeze him tightly. No one would think someone like Alhaitham could manage to look so adorable, but you had proof he did.

“Good Morning! Slept well?”

“Mhm.” He hummed briefly before vanishing into the kitchen without another word. Like mentioned before - morning grump.

You could hear him press the button on the coffee machine before a familiar buzzing sound could be heard from the same device. He seemed to also get himself something to eat since you could hear him clink some bowls together.

Not long after, he emerged from the kitchen with a steaming cup of black coffee and a bowl in hand and sat down at the dining table.

When you decided to join him, your eyes couldn’t help but fall onto the bowl. It was a bowl of cornflakes that he was expressionlessly shoveling into his mouth.

You amusedly bit your lip because you knew he usually hated everything soup-like, and cereal was no exception to that. And you sometimes couldn’t help but want to tease him a little. And this morning the perfect opportunity presented itself to you.

“Never thought I’d see the day you'd eat soup out of your own volition.” You smirked, knowing full well that you said “soup” and not “cereal”.

“We had no more bread left.” He explained with another grumble, putting another spoon full of cornflakes in his mouth before suddenly pausing in his movement and looking back at you completely irritated. “What did you say?” He inquired horrified, with his mouth still half-full.

“I said, I never thought I see you eat soup voluntarily.”

He knitted his brows further before gulping and pointing at his bowl. “This is cereal.”

“Yes, I’m well aware of what it is. I have eyes. Cereal can be considered a soup-like dish.” You stated matter of factly as you bit back a smirk. 

You pretended to go back to eating your yogurt and reading your newspaper but you could see his completely shocked and low-key annoyed expression from the corner of your eye.

“Cereal is not soup. Cereal is cereal.” He grumbled.

“Is that so?” You raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Yes. Soup is a liquid food, especially with meat, fish, or vegetable stock as a base and often contains pieces of solid food.” He recited the definition he knew, only Archons know where, from. Suppressing laughter became harder and harder by the minute, especially seeing how serious he was taking this debate all of a sudden.

“Especially with meat, fish, or vegetable…”, you pondered putting an emphasis on the first word. “So that means it is mostly cooked that way but not always. So milk can serve as a base just as fine. And technically if you use soy milk or pea milk it would count as vegetable stock, no?”

You could see the muscles in his jaw tense as he gazed at you, thinking hard of what to reply. You could practically see the gears turn in his head before he started to smirk triumphantly. You knew him well enough to know that he must’ve come up with, what he thought was, an irrefutable argument.

“There is something you just said. Cooked. No heating in the process of making a bowl of cereal whatsoever. It’s served cold - therefore it isn’t soup.” He leaned back in the chair with a self-satisfied grin, expecting you not to be able to counter his argument further.

But he shouldn’t count the chickens before they’re hatched.

You stayed silent for a minute and already had a counterargument in your head from the get-go. You just wanted to wait until he took a sip from his coffee before you dropped it.

“Explain Gazpacho then.”

You could see his eyes widen and train on you over the rim of his cup before he put it back on the table with a loud thud. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking annoyed once more.

“What about French Vichyssoise? Also not soup according to you, just because they’re served cold?”

“Okay, I get it.” He grumbled once again, before pondering for a brief moment. “But all of these soups have something in common.”

“Oh? Please enlighten me, Grand Sage.” You continued your teasing.

“It’s Acting Grand Sage.” He emphasized, lightly rolling his eyes with a huff. “But anyway. Soup isn’t sweet. Neither of the ones you named is sweet. They’re savory. Cereal is always sweet.”

He smirked at you once again, fully believing he now had you cornered.

Wrong.

“Ginataang Bilo-Bilo, Koldskål, Zenzai…” You started listing sweet soup dishes from all over the world, watching how his face showed an ever-so-slight hint of surprise as well as horror.

“Now you’re just making things up.” He huffed.

“Want me to show you the soup recipe book we have over there on the shelf? Not that you ever looked at it.” You replied with a teasing lilt.

He had his hand clutched so tightly around his spoon by now that his knuckles were beginning to turn white. You knew he hated losing arguments and battles of wits and this wasn’t going in the direction he had imagined at all. Much to your amusement, however. You could practically see little clouds of steam rise from his head because his brain was racing at a million miles per hour. You just knew he was wrecking his brain to come up with a counterargument once again.

“Okay.” he finally said getting up and grabbing something from the kitchen. He came back with a triumphant smile as he placed a raw, unpeeled potato on the table in front of you.

“What’s this?” He asked, motioning in your direction.

“A… potato?” You replied in confusion, unsure where he was trying to go with this.

“Correct.” He nodded, putting one finger on his chin after placing a bowl of dry cereal right next to it and looking at you expectantly.

“That’s cereal.”

“Also correct.”

“Alhaitham, I’m not sure I follow.” You raised an eyebrow at him, still highly amused about how invested he was in this crack debate.

“A potato is a condiment you can make soup from. But a potato by itself is just that - a potato. You have to prepare it in a special way in order for it to become soup. The same goes for everything else you named. Cereal is always cereal, whether it swims in milk, water, broth, or nothing at all.”

“Okay, fair. Can’t refute that argument.” You admitted with a nod, hearing a small sigh of relief from the other side of the table.

You were no longer able to hold back your laughter now that you looked at his borderline exhausted and relieved expression.

“What? Don’t tell me you still have a counterargument?” He inquired as his eyes widened.

You shook your head. “No, I don’t. You should see your face right now though, it’s hilarious. I was just trying to tease you a bit, I didn’t think you’d get this invested.” You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eyes as you continued giggling.

“You–” He grumbled playfully as he clenched his jaw before he started smiling. “Come here!”

He got up from his chair and lifted you out of yours, walking over to the sofa, and throwing you down it together with himself. He started tickling your sides while holding you tightly to his chest so you couldn’t escape his playful attack.

Out of breath from laughing so much you leaned your forehead against his chest before snaking your arms around him.

“I love you, you dork.” 

“I love you, too.” He replied, lifting your chin up and pressing a featherlight kiss on your lips. “Even if you start arguments about soup with me first thing in the morning. You’re lucky you’re so cute.”

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[jungle-angel]

The Little Pumpkin King (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Auggie wants to carve the giant pumpkin he picked out at the pumpkin patch, but what happens when Bob lets him do it all by himself?

"HEEEEEEELP!!!!!! DADDY HELP ME!!!!!"

Bob came barreling down the stairs a minute later at the sound of Auggie's shrieks. "Auggie?! Auggie what's wrong?" he asked frantically.

"I got eaten by a pumpkin!!"

Bob had to stifle a laugh when he saw Auggie half submerged into his giant pumpkin in the middle of the living room, his legs sticking straight up in the air.

"Ok, ok gimme a sec buddy," Bob said as he made his way into the living room.

"Looks like your mini-me bit off a little more than he could chew," Joe chuckled as he stuck the milk back in the fridge.

"No shit, Dad," Bob laughed as he grabbed Auggie by the ankles and lifted him up, pumpkin mess and all. Thank God he had put newspapers down when he had rolled the pumpkin inside.

"I'm covered in guts," Auggie chirped as he was set down.

"Yeah and you'll need a bath later, little man," Bob informed him. "You and your brother."

Bob reached in and fished out Auggie's glasses which had fallen off his face, carefully rinsing them off in the sink and handing them right back. As soon as he was all set, Bob set to helping Auggie scoop out the rest of the bright orange insides of the pumpkin which filled up three large milk pales from the barn. All the while he thought about all the delicious things to be made with it, pumpkin soups, cookies, cakes, pies, oatmeal, butter and a whole host of other delicious and useful things.

Auggie jumped with excitement as you came in the door with Patrick, setting him right down on the floor, your back creaking a little as your seven and a half month bump became a little more noticeable through your orange knit sweater.

"(Y/n) you ok?" Bob asked.

"Oh yeah I'm fine sweetie," you assured him. "All I had was Patrick. Your mom went to the store last I saw to get some dinner supplies."

You were barely in the door, just having gotten Patrick from the preschool at the Waldorf school where Auggie and the other Dagger kids attended kindergarten and where you yourself had taught ever since moving to Bozeman. Half days were always the best, your students being dismissed from your third grade classroom faster than you could blink while you got to pack up before noon and head home to Bob and your family. Auggie ran right up to you, protectively hugging your bump and resting his head right on it before you had a chance to hang your purse up on the hook.

"I see somebody took a dive into the pumpkin," you laughed.

"He sunk about halfway in before I had to pull him out by his ankles," Bob answered, unable to hid the grin on his face.

You laughed again before you joined your husband and son on the floor, carving the monster pumpkin into a jack-o-lantern that even the most frightening of ghouls could be proud of.

[andsoigotabutterfly]

-Save me from Her - chapter 2

Tara Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Continues where the last part ended, delicious dinners and some more action. The canon-kind.

a/n: Heyyy. I'm sorry this took so long to write, but I had some family and friends issues I had to take care off, whilst also finally leaving hospital! I'm still not a native-english speaker, so keep keeping that in mind. Hope you enjoy! (This got a bit long, but at least it's out right?)

warnings: amature writing, wounds, blood, canon-typical violance, cursing-swearing, multiple POV's, mixed POV's, mutilation, Sam getting bullied

tell me if I left something out please!

“I’ll have nightmares after this” Mindy said jokingly after you finished the story. “How do you come up with stuff like this?”

“Milk, genetics and a little imagination” you said, shrugging.

“You mean you can do this as well?” she asked, looking at Anika.

“No, I’m not crazy like her…” she huffed and stood up, to go help Tara out. The young brunette has been cutting, brewing, and running up and down in the kitchen for fifteen minutes now and the smells radiating from her position were delicious. It smelt like something familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger around it.

You stayed with the Meeks’ and debated what movie you would watch after dinner. Mindy, the horror lover she is, naturally wanted to watch something nightmarish, but her idea was quickly tossed aside, with a loud ‘no’ coming from you, Chad, and the Carpenter’s voice from the kitchen.

Not long later, Tara called out ‘dinner’ and all three of you got up from your seats to gather at the dining table. Anika appeared from the kitchen, holding a basket of croutons. When realisation hit you, your eyes widened.  Your sister smiled at your reaction, and settled next to Mindy, putting the basket on the table. Your eyes darted to the kitchen door, anticipation coursing through you. Tara emerged from the kitchen, holding a metal pot in her hands. Your stare made her blush, but you didn’t notice, as your eyes were fixated on the covered saucepan. She gently put it down and then raised the cloth that was concealing her creation.

Onion soup. She made onion soup.

As the others started reaching and pouring their own portions, you just stared at Tara in awe. Her sweaty face, her small smile, and her watchful gaze all reciting in your brain. She was gauging your reaction, waiting for you to say something. Instead, when you opened your mouth to speak nothing came out. You were comically similar to a fish. This food could have only been meant for you, as every one of your friends suffered from your constant whining that you couldn’t make one for yourself in ages.

After a few hellish moments, you remembered how to talk. “You…” is all that came out though.

Tara’s smile widened, and she let out a chuckle. “You were always complaining that you couldn’t even remember the time you last ate onion soup, so I made one” she said and sat down next to you.

You were still frozen, mouth agape at the surprise. “Stop dramatizing and start eating, you oversized tuna” you heard Anika say. Finally, you got a hold of yourself, and poured a portion. Slowly some croutons made their way to your plate too, then you grabbed your spoon and delicately tasted it.

Tara was eyeing your every movement, trying to figure out if you like it, but your face wouldn’t tell a thing. Her heart started pounding as she thought you didn’t, ignoring every other compliment that came from the others. You finally smiled and let out a chuckle, at the taste, like it has been weeks since you last ate anything. You looked at her, to which her heart started pounding even faster, face heating up rapidly. The only thing that kept her conscious was your gleaming smile.

“This is witchcraft” you finally said, letting out one last chuckle. Tara let out a quiet breath, that she didn’t know was holding and her chest swelled with pride.

“So, you like it?” she asked, voice full of hope.

“Like it?” you asked back, voice high. “I love it! This is better than anything I could have cooked and even rivals that of our nan!” you exclaimed and gestured between you and your sister. She laughed and smiled again, reaching for the food herself.

Mindy started gagging and rolled her eyes. “Jesus get a room already” she huffed and smiled at you two. Tara reddened even more, whilst you just looked away, embarrassed.

Light chatter filled the room as the group ate. You weren’t over exaggerating; Tara’s soup was as if it was from a five-star restaurant. You didn’t seem to be able to stop complimenting it, which made butterflies erupt in the young Carpenter’s stomach. She was proud and happy you enjoyed it this much. Time flew by and before you knew it, the clock hit nine. As the other’s put on a movie, you helped Tara clean the table.

“Thank you” you said softly, so that only she could hear your voice. “This soup was fabulous.”

“You are going to make me believe I can actually cook” she laughed. “Stop!”

“The truth always comes to the surface, whether you like it or not” you told her as you reached for the plates. Looks like she had the exact same thing in mind, as your hands collided, sending a pleasurable jolt through your hand. You both retracted it, like if touching live wire. “Sorry, take it.”

“No, no you. If you want to take the dishes out this much, who am I to stop you?” you were positive her smile could melt even stone.

“I insist” you said, smiling back.

She huffed, and reached for the plate, picking it up and the other ones as well. “If the lady insists.”

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You watched her as she left for the kitchen, your gaze lingering on the spot you saw her last for a second before finishing cleaning up. You then joined the others in the living room, listening to the debate going on. Mindy was still keen on watching ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’, whilst Tara tried to sell her idea of ‘Oppenheimer’. You sat down next to Anika, clinging your wine glasses together as you both watched the show unfold. “I bet Mindy's going to cave” you whispered to her. “She had way too much wine to be able to reason properly.”

“Five dollars Tara’s going to propose a new movie as she sees he can’t win” she held out her for you to shake. You shook it without a second thought, as you had so many times before, smirking at her. You have never lost a bet against your sister, not once.

Not five minutes later you took the five dollars from Anika and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, smirking at her. Tara victoriously searched up the film and pressed the play button. She slumped down next to you and breathed out slowly whilst grinning like a madman. “Good thing Quinn or Ethan isn’t here” she whispered to you. “They would have made us watch ‘Signs’ again. I swear to God, one more movie with Mel Gibson in it, and I’ll gauge my eyes out.”

“What’s wrong with Gibby?”

“It's not him I just had enough of him. I can’t get my head around why they both love him so much” she answered.

“Quinn is obsessed” you correct her. “Ethan just likes her, so he tries to look appealing.”

“Ethan likes everybody.”

“My point still stands darling.”

“Touché” she said holding her hands up, then focused back on the film.

As the movie progressed, you made snarky comments here and there, making her laugh or smile. Your heart swelled and enjoyed her reactions way more than the movie itself. Her laugh was like music, her gleam could make even the coldest, frozen hearts beat again. Soon, you couldn’t focus on the movie anymore as all you were watching was her.

She found herself in similar boots, as she tried to ignore your gravitating face and focus on the film. Even though Tara tried her best, she still glanced at you from time to time, only to blush under the stare you were trying to hide. She unconsciously leaned into you, her head finding home in your lap. Her heart was pounding like crazy at your closeness, yet she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Maybe your lips on hers. She thought about how you would taste, how you would feel, while touching her own at the thought without even realizing it. She was deep in thought, when she heard the main door swing open and crash into the wall.

“Who’s the-“ you started, snapping your head in the direction, but were cut off by the newly emerged, older Carpenter.

“Get away from the window Chad!” Sam all but screamed, her eyes full of fear. She didn’t stop and rushed towards the curtains. Chad did as ordered, not daring question it and got behind Sam. The girl used her momentum and kicked the cloth fabric with full force. A crack could be heard, as her boots went through the window like knife through butter. She squealed from the surprise and fell.

Everyone was up on their feet by that point, watching the scene. You blinked once in confusion, then twice, looking around you to see if the others were just as confused as you, and to your relief all of them looked clueless. Though they looked way more worried than you were. Silence filled the room, the movie blaring in the background.

“Sam” Mindy started slowly. “Everything okay?” she asked, in the most worried voice, you have ever heard from her.

The woman on the ground pulled her leg back from the window, examining it. Her trousers were cut open, and there were a few small cuts on her skin. She cursed under her nose, then looked at the group. “Do I look okay?”

“Why did you kick in the window?” Anika blurted out before she could stop herself.

Sam was pretty annoyed. She huffed and got up from the floor leaning against the wall and breathed in deeply, before starting. “I got a prank call. Everything felt real, their voice modulator, the way they spoke… They even knew what you were doing and who was here!”

Tara left your side to hug her sister tightly. Sam couldn’t hide her surprise but hugged her back. “I was so scared for you…” she spoke again, voice low but you knew it wasn’t just meant for Tara, even if she felt the most worry for her sister. “I’m sorry I ruined the movie.”

Now you had a better view of the young woman. She looked dishevelled and frightened. Not frightened but hurt you corrected yourself. Water was dripping out of her wet hair from the never ending rain in the streets. She was gripping to Tara for dear life, as if she almost lost her.

“Guys” Anika said, looking at her phone, which then she quickly showed to the rest of the group. “I can’t believe this…”

The device was playing a video of Sam barging into the building, laughing emojis placed everywhere on the screen. After a few seconds one of the windows of the building broke, a leg flying out of it. The camera shook from the holder's laughter. The video looked like it was going viral, the title being ‘Crazy mass murderer lady kicks in a window’.

“You have got to be fuckin’ joking” you said and took the phone away from your sister, shutting the screen off. When you looked back at the Carpenters, Sam was holding her head with both hands, hurt and fury raging in her eyes.

She mumbled something under her nose and left the room Tara quick after her, while the rest of you didn’t quite know what to do. Few moments passed, then Anika and Mindy slumped back down on the couch and Chad paused the movie. After a little consideration you went after the sisters, but stopped before the bathroom’s door, not sure if you would be welcome there. You decided against it and leant on the wall next to it. The noises of quiet conversation came from the restroom as time passed. Sam’s voice seemed calmer and calmer under the never-ending soothing voice of Tara.

After successfully cooling Sam off, Tara took in a deep breath and looked at her sister’s clumsy work on her own leg. “I could have done it way more delicately” she said and stood up.

Sam chuckled and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter how it looks if it works does it?”

“Your leg looks like an oversized mummy’s leg. Next time accept my help please.”

“Okay, mom” Sam said, still chuckling.

“Will you join us? The film is about halfway through.”

“No” her voice was dry, her tiredness showing. “I’m exhausted and tomorrow I’ll need to find someone to fix the damn window. I’m gonna wash up a little, then head of to bed. And tell y/n that I’m okay” she gestured under the door to show Tara your shadow. “She has been standing out the door for god know how long we've been talking.”

“Will do. Good night, Sam” Tara told her and closed the door behind her.

Her eyes immediately found yours, as you leaned away from the wall. She saw your concern in them, your eyebrows shuffled, little crinkles appeared on your forehead. You looked cute this way; concerned, was her first thought.

“Is she alright?” came the question and even though Tara was expecting it, your soft and careful voice still took her off guard.

“I wouldn’t say alright, but she'll survive” the younger Carpenter replied.

“She doesn’t deserve this.”

“She really doesn’t” Tara started. “Sam will head off to bed, so let’s keep the voice of the movie low.”

You nodded and went back to the others with Tara at your side. You didn’t even notice that you put your hand on her lower back. She did though, your closeness having the same effect on her as it always did. She felt her pulse in her palm and her breathing sped up.

You finished the movie in silence, Tara’s head on your shoulder her full body weighing on yours. Her smell, of roses and coconut, filled your nostrils intoxicating your every cell. Your breathing synchronized with hers, chests heaving and slumping together in a calm and peaceful dance.

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“This film still hits like a truck” Anika told you.

“That doesn't mean you must act like a truck hit you!” you panted as you tried to push her out the door. Your shoulders were against her back, thrusting her out. “Come on! At least help me a little here please!”

She groaned out and stood on her feet, letting you breathe out. Mindy stretched her arm out for Anika to take, which she did, delicately intertwining their fingers. “We’ll wait for you downstairs!” she said with a smirk on her face, waving hastily.

As you turned around to say your goodbyes to Tara, you saw her already standing in front of you, way closer than what you expected. Her eyes were intently searching you her unwavering gaze making you feel vulnerable. “See you tomorrow then?” you asked with a hopeful voice.

“See you tomorrow y/n” she said. Her lips looked so red, so full, so soft. They captured your eyes and didn’t let go. She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek. Before you could think of anything, she pushed you out and shut the door, not letting herself do anything more.

She has known you since Anika and Mindy got together almost three months ago. Before that, she had noticed you in classes, but didn't pay much attention. You always made jokes, references or snarky comments that made many laugh including her, yet she didn't draw close to you. Whenever an opportunity rose to get closer to you, you either evaded it, or got silent, which made her think you weren't fond of her.

When Anika joined the friend group, she dragged you with herself, and Tara couldn't be more grateful for her. You quickly loosened up around her and as it turned out, you were a very nice and kind person. Whenever she needed someone to talk to, you were there for her, whenever she had a panic-attack you soothed her and calmed her down. Where others treated her like porcelain, as if she could crack any time, you treated her like a normal person. You knew her better than anyone else and this quickly became very clear to her. Somewhere along the line, she realized she had fallen for you and this scared her.

Her fear of losing you were greater than anything. This is why she didn’t confess her feelings for you. What if you didn’t reciprocate them and so she would ruin everything? No. She just couldn’t risk that. You were her only cornerstone, her anchor, her lifebelt. She wasn't sure how she would live without you guiding her.

But what if you did like her back?

You were still stunned on the other side of the closed door. After your brain processed what happened, a wide smile took place on your face. You couldn’t wash it off even when you reached your sister, the Meeks' already half a street ahead of you. Anika noticed your mood immediately, her smirk from earlier reappearing and growing. “What’s gotten you so pumped up?”

“What are you talking about? I am always this pumped!” you say with too much enthusiasm.

“Riiiiight, and I'm the pope. Out with it!"

"Nothing! It was nothing."

Anika rolled her eyes and pushed it further. "What was nothing?"

"Well, Tara kissed me-"

"No way!" she interrupted and punched your right shoulder.

"-on the cheek." you finally finished. "She kissed me on the cheek" you said again, believing yourself finally this time. Your shoulder hurt like hell from her punch, since she managed to hit one of your bruises. "What the hell was that for?!"

"Sorry, I'm just thrilled!" she all but screamed, her excitement gleaming out of her. "How was it? What happened? What did you-"

"I'll stop you right here, because if you keep going, I won't remember half your questions" you cut in, placing a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"I'm listening."

As you started your walk home, you told her about it. Just as you said before, it wasn't anything big, but you couldn't help but feel that it was something special. After you finished, she teased you like never before, about anything and everything but it didn't even register in your blissful brain. After a while of walking, the rain washed this state out of you, and your sister's giddiness spread to you too. You were laughing as you entered the building of your apartment. When you closed the elevator's door and pressed the sixth floor, you were swallowed by your thoughts though.

Tara was perfect. From her smooth black hair and deep brown eyes to her last toe, you found her stunning and captivating. From the first moment you saw her across the hallway she had made your heart find a new rhythm to beat to. You were surprised when Anika told you about her past, why she didn't trust anyone and about what exactly happened in Woodsboro. Gale Weathers' book helped in understanding her, as you dug yourself into the subject.

In classes, she was smart, sharp minded and active. In projects, she didn't take the leading role, yet her views and suggestions were always great and helpful. When you were assigned together on something, your nervousness got the better of you, afraid that you would scare her away with your personality. So you did what you did best for half high school and all primary school; staying silent and invisible. This all changed when Anika forced you to go with her to Mindy's place so that you would meet her and her friends. You found the courage to talk to her and after a while, you let yourself show. Fortunately, she didn't shy away.

This is when you realised, how deeply scarred she was, even the slightest sudden movement making her freeze or horrifying her. You made it your mission to spend time with her and help her in her struggle. She became a constant part in your imaginary timetable stuffed between your drum practises and taekwondo sessions. Your feelings only grew for her every time she fell apart as you adored her for how great she was doing after what she has been through. You could never imagine, that someone as perfect as she was could like you, so you kept your feelings to yourself. Yet that small kiss made you feel otherwise.

"Penny for your thoughts?" you heard your sister ask.

"Just… Tara" you admitted.

"Last time I saw you down bad like this was before…" she didn't finish, and just gulped down the sentence as she saw your eyes flinch. "Anyway, I remember you coming in my room and sit on my bed to talk my ears of about a girl you met in high school" she chuckled lightly at the memory.

"Yeah, I remember too."

"It was 3 am, and you just wouldn't stop endorsing her eyebrows" she laughed.

"Hey! Her eyebrows were pretty!" you defended as you pouted and threw your hands in the air for good measure.

Her burst filled the small elevator as she held her arm to clear the forming tears of joy in her eyes. "If you say so" she managed to say. "What was her name again?"

"Olivia." You crossed your hands looking at her. "How can you not remember your classmate?"

"She left the school in half a year! You can't expect me to remember her."

 You smiled at her. "She's coming over tomorrow."

"Who, Olivia?" she asked with a doubtful voice.

"Not her. Tara" you said sheepishly.

Anika blinked once, then twice. She then opened her mouth, but not a sound left it. Her eyes were wide and happy. "You look like Remy when he finds out he's going to get fed" you told her, which made her compose herself.

"She… You… I mean… Is it a date?"

"We… didn't define it."

"But is it? You asked her in hopes of one no?"

"I'm not going to ask her on a date!"

"Why not?!" she asked, annoyance clear in her voice. "She is just as heads over heals for you as you are for her!" You blinked at her statement in sync with the elevators loud beep, signing that you have arrived. "Oh my god you really don't see it. You are so useless" she muttered, raising a hand to her face as she left the elevator. You thought about what she said and how Tara acted around you for a moment, then followed her.

"Even if she is, which she is not, I am not going to initiate!" your voice a little less certain than before.

She took out her keys a little too forcefully, selecting the right one. "Oh, please put your pride aside just this once! You guys are killing me!"

"Everything is killing you! In mornings, it’s the uncomfortable pillow, in the afternoon it's the lack of sleep because the uncomfortable pillow."

"You chose the wrong pillow and you know it" her voice was plane and accusative. "But seriously, if you two don't get together in rapid time I am going to be so intolerable you wish you had a pack of hyenas as flatmates." The door opened and she entered. Remy was at the door, ready to greet you and as you entered as well, he rubbed against your leg, making it impossible to get further inside the apartment. You leant down and rubbed his throat gently telling him a small 'Hey there King', then took your shoes of. His light purring filled the dark room. "Would you switch the lights on please?" she asked of you.

You kicked your shoes off, being careful not to hit the cat, and started searching for the switch at the location it should have been. After you found it you switched it, but nothing happened, so you did it again and again. "That isn't gonna work, dingus" she said, with an unimpressed look on her face that you could make out even in the dark.

"Oh really?" you asked and started switching it faster, whilst looking at her challengingly. It, didn't work. She groaned out and shut the door.

"You are insufferable" she headed inwards with her head thrown back. You followed after her, leaving the switch in a lit up state, for when the power comes back up it would light up. "What will you two do tomorrow?"

"I've invited her so that she may try my onion pie, but beside that I think we'll watch something and that’s it."

"If you are afraid to express your feelings, you could maybe do it subtly? I know it's not one of your strong suites but if you really don't believe that she likes you this is the only way!"

"I am not going to accept relationship advice from someone that wanted to date Frankie" you said his name with so much disgust, that it even surprised you. You headed towards the kitchen to feed Remy, switching the light on. To your surprise, the lamp lit up the room in bright yellow light. Great, now you have to change the lightbulb at the entrance.

"I was in a rough spot!"

"He threw up in my lap! In front of you! If that wasn't enough there were so many red flags around him, I am actually impressed he can see other colours."

You didn't hear her reply from the other room as you opened a new can of cat food. Remy was waiting on the counter, watching intently at his usual spot. You spooned the minced meat into his bowl and put it before him then watched him for a while as he eagerly began eating it.

When you got back to the living room, Anika was already half asleep on the couch, head slumped on her stretched out arm. You smiled, and went over to her. "Sleepyhead, do you wanna sleep here or in your own bed?"

She mumbled something inaudible as a response. You sighed, and got up from the couch leaving her there. You were very tired, so you made your way to your bed. Your mind was orbiting around Tara, and how tomorrow would go. You drifted off to sleep with her at the front of your brain.

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The next day you got up early, full of energy. You laughed at Anika when you saw her still half asleep on the couch. When she got up she was grumpy and messy, her hair dangling in every direction except where it should have. She excused herself for a bath with a raspy voice and left you in the kitchen with Remy. You petted him whilst drinking your coffee and making a small mental list of what you needed to do today before Tara arrives.

The day flew by faster than you remember it going, yet you didn't mind it one bit. You changed the lightbulb at the main entrance, went to a shop to buy the ingredients for the pie and tidied the house up. Tara messaged you about when she should drop in, and what started as a minute-long text exchange max, ended in a half hour long talk on the phone. Her voice was alluring even through the microphone, so you didn't mind at all. When you hang up, you cooked a small lunch for yourself, since Anika has already left the house for a date with Mindy and continued your work. You called your nan and went over the recipe way more times than it was actually needed. She laughed at your enthusiasm, yet didn't question what it was for. She knew it without you needing to say anything about it.

Just as quickly as the sun came in the morning, it went away and Tara found herself before your apartments building, trying to find the courage to enter. She was early and she didn't want to intrude on you just because she couldn't wait anymore doing nothing at home. She then sighed, and forced herself to enter.

She followed your recommendation and used the lift, even though it wasn't in the best shape. It was small and slow, but it did the trick. As the cabin climbed level after level heroically, her heartbeat got faster and faster, filling her ears. Only the sharp beep snapped her out of her trance. She left the elevator, and searched for your door. When she found it, she reached to knock, but stopped herself again. She just stood there, her hand raised halfway to the door.

A loud bang came from the staircase, so she went to investigate.

"Jesus, I am never choosing the stairs again. Fuck…" you mumbled to yourself as you tried to get up to your feet. One of the stone slabs was displaced and you managed to fall when you kicked your feet in its outstanding corner.

"Y/n?"

You snapped your head to the sounds source, seeing Tara above. You tried compose yourself quickly and look sly, as if you didn't just get off the ground after falling on your nose. "Tara! Hey! How are you… What are you…" She chuckled, which made you smile too.

"I came up with the elevator."

"That makes sense. I was just down at Mrs. Kim to ask for some parsley. She grows it in her window, and it's better than anything that can be bought!" you said, holding up a small amount of freshly cut parsley.

"Are you okay?"

"Other than my pride, nothing got hurt, so I would say I'm devastated" you said as you climbed the rest of the stairs. When you reached her, she hugged you gently as to not press into last night's bruises, or any new ones that you got from the cold floor. A pleasant feeling washed over her as she breathed you in. You didn't dare brake the hug, so she needed to after a while. You smiled at her again, and took out your keys to open the door of your apartment.

She followed after you inside and started peeling of her shoes whilst you were fiddling with the lights switch. White light filled the room in a few moments, and Tara heard your soft sigh of relief. "Can you close the door please?" her voice was soft, almost pleading. It broke your heart.

After you closed it, you started leading her inside. "Welcome to my humble home Miss Carpenter! In here we have a few rules of our own, so please follow them!"

"You? Rules? Really?" she asked in disbelief, a slight smirk forming on her face.

"I take laws and rules very seriously dear, I don't know why you would think otherwise" you told her, mimicking her smile. "Rule number one; if you feel that the host isn't being a good host, you tell them that with utmost cruelty. Rule number two; if you are hungry, nag the host until she caves and gives you something to eat."

"What kind of rules are these?" she laughed.

You shrugged, looking confused. "Remy made them. Any criticism can be guided towards him from nine till ten."

"The cat?"

"Indeed he did. Complaints?"

"No, none here. I'm starving" she said and smiled.

"Good. I will put the pie in the oven and while it bakes, we eat dinner."

"What's for dinner? This smell is delicious!" to prove her point she breathed in deeply.

"Secret" you told her with a mischievous smile on your face.

She sighed and went inside. The place screamed of your presence, everything placed loosely without a real spot, yet connected in a working system of chaos. The furniture's colours complimented each other, a few plants placed near the windows here and there. The brown, leather couch faced the television on a small desk near the one of the windows. An orange-ginger cat laid out on the couch, eyeing her, his green eyes flashing in the dark room.

"That's Remy. He doesn't really like strangers, so don't expect much… Aaand he allowed you to pet him." You rolled your eyes and smiled at them. Tara was beside him, gently caressing his back, whilst he was looking at you with narrowed eyes. You stack your tongue at him and went to the kitchen to put the parsley on the pie and put it in the oven. The you took the food to the table. She followed you there and sat in front of you as you made the table. You then raised the pan's top revealing the still sizzling paella underneath. Her eyes widened as she looked up at you.

"How did you-" she started but you cut in.

"Mindy snitched on you. I hope you like it."

She let you take out a portion for her, and greedily tasted it. Somehow it tasted more than any other version she has ever tried. She moaned out, letting you know it was heavenly, and with a still full mouth asked. "What's in this?"

"Well, only what all other paellas. Oh, and a splash of love. I forgot about that part" you said smiling.

Her laugh filled the room, and filled your ears. "Well, that splash of love really is something because I've never tasted anything this good!"

"No need to over exaggerate" you said even when you felt your chest swell with pride.

"I'm not!" she raised her voice. "Have you tried this?!"

"Well, a few times whilst making it, but not the complete product" you admitted.

"Here, taste it!" she said and raised the spoon to your face. You raised an eyebrow, but tasted your food. It really was great, and you had a similar reaction to Tara's. She laughed and pulled her spoon back.

"I don't want to sound smug, but this is a damn good paella" you smiled.

"You don't. I love it."

When you finished eating, you took the cleared the table, and brought in new plates for the pie. "I'm sorry but I am full" she said, looking apologetically at you. "Maybe after a movie I can try it?"

"Thought so. You more than what I saw you eat in the last two days" you joked.

"Not my fault it was better than what gods eat!"

"Stop it!" you laughed and hit her shoulder gently. She laughed with you. You held your hand out to her to help her up, which she carefully took. You then lead her back to the living room, where she turned to face you.

"What do you want to watch?"

You, you thought and didn't realize you said it out loud.

"Me?" she asked laughing against you, leaning just a little closer. "Why is that?"

"Wha-" you started, but as you comprehended what happened, you stopped. "I… Because… Because you are beautiful Tara" you said, and swallowed. You just realized how close she was, her breathing hitting your nose, her arms around you, yours around her. She was staring into your eyes, her heartbeat faster than ever. Her eyes snapped to your lips, then back. Yours did the same. She was leaning closer, and closer, until her lips reached yours. As she pressed them together she felt how soft they were, how warm and oh so much better than what she imagined. Her eyes shut close letting the feeling encompass her whole body, mind in a blissful state as she deepened the kiss hungrily, pulling you impossibly closer. You felt in heaven, her lips being better than any drug. They tasted like sweet strawberries, you could feel yourself become addicted to the sensation.

You separated for air and pressed your foreheads together. She put her hands on your scalp, gently keeping you close so that if you wanted to, you could break the contact. You tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and held your hand on her cheek. She chuckled against you and looked up in your eyes. "So you think I'm beautiful?"

"I do. I did from the very start. You are gorgeous" your voice was pure and filled with softness and love. "If I knew what would happen when I call you that I would have done it years ago."

"You didn't even know me back then."

"Well, kissing a random beautiful girl would have still been a great accomplishment."

"Then shut up and do it again" she said, leaning up.

You obliged happily, pressing yourself against her as you guided her to the couch. She span you around and pushed you at the couch, making you fall on it with your back. Then she climbed after you and kissed you eagerly, pressing your body into the pillows. You lost yourself in her, keeping your hands on her hips pulling her closer. Heaven and hell be damned, she was your religion, and praying at her altar felt better than anything in this whole world.

Then her phone rang. Of course something needed to ruin the moment. You groaned out and tried to get up, but she pressed you back, not letting you leave. In moments you forgot about the phone, Tara filling your every sense, but then it rang again. When you didn't answer it there was a small silence until your phone rang too. The Carpenter huffed out and pushed herself off you, letting you grab your phone. It was from an unknown number. You rolled your eyes and picked up.

"Hi, no I don't want to change to a better subscription and no, I don't care what the package contains because as I said before, I am not interested."

"What about a package that lets you keep your lives, Y/N?" a voice asked, that you were far too familiar with. The Stab movies were one of your favourite horror movies, but since you befriended Tara and the others, you felt like it was inappropriate to watch any of them ever again. Your racing heart skipped a few beats as the blood in your arms froze. You blinked towards Tara, trying to keep calm as to avoid her having a panic attack. The last one she had was far too dangerous to happen again.

You stood up and glanced around the room, trying to find any hiding place, but it was dark. Why was it dark? The lights should be on; you didn't shut anything off! "Now you are dying to hang on the line don't you? I'll be honest with you, first I called Tara to play a little game with her for your life, but now? It sounds way more fun to do the exact opposite…"

"You want to play a game to save your own life? That's fucked up man."

You heard light chuckling coming from the other line. You looked at Tara, whose expression said it all. She knew exactly who you were speaking to, her face horrified and fearful. She started looking around the room too. "Have you not seen this movie? I know for a fact you did. Poor little Tara doesn't even know that her love is just as fucked up in the head as her other love, that also tried to kill her…"

"Having a favourite film in a specific genre is way different than trying to cut someone open because of it."

"Is it though?" he was laughing again. "Well, if you are so smart, why don't you play a little game with me."

"When I find you, you are as good as dead freak."

"Freddy, Michael, Jason Voorhees. Learn from those who came before me! You can't kill the boogeyman."

"Billy, Mickey, Roman, Jill and I could go on. They are all dead. You really want to find out when your movie ends?" as you kept him talking, you signalled Tara to start moving towards the exit.

"I don't really care until I did what I wanted. Make her suffer. Either way, you won't be there to witness it" when he finished his sentence, the previously locked main door flew open and there was Ghostface standing, dramatically hanging up the phone and waving at you with his knife.

You pulled Tara behind and grabbed her hand as you darted towards your room. You heard the intruder running after you, but didn't look back until you were both inside and shut the door on his face. Tara quickly pulled the lock, waiting for a force on the other side to force it open, but it never came. Instead, you saw the white steel of his knife enter at the edge of the door.

"Fire escape" you ushered Tara. "Now!"

You didn't need to tell her twice. She was at your window in a second as she pried it open as you heard the same thing happening to your door. Tara's eyes widened, and climbed out the window with haste, screaming for you to do the same. You ran towards the window and jumped out. Your chest hit the railing hard but you recovered in seconds. You glanced back just in time to see him swinging the deadly weapon. You tried to duck away, but he changed the direction in the last second. You screamed out in pain as you felt it cut in your neck. With an adrenaline rush you knocked him over with the full weight of your body and span around to go down the metal stairs.

You heard his heavy boots run after you. He was about two levels behind as all three of you were running down. The six floors were way longer than what you remembered. It looked like they just wouldn't stop coming. You heart was beating in your throat, your neck pulsing and stinging. Neither of you looked back up, but you both knew he was getting closer. Then the stairs finally ended.

You both burst out in the sprint of your lives. Tara was ahead of you, but with your hand you guided her. She glanced back, and slowly stopped in her tracks. You looked back too, halting next to her. People in the street were looking at you confused and scared at the sight of your wound but you couldn't care less about them.

The fire escape's street was a dead end on one side, and you were standing on the other. There were no objects he could have hid behind no windows he could have climbed through. The only thing in the alley was a beggar, at the end of it, slumping his head down on his knees. You slowly approached him, looking around for every little dark spot you could find, but He was nowhere to be found.

When you reached the man, you gasped. His shirt was bloodied, his hands effortlessly laying by his sides. He was familiar, but you didn't know from where. His gray hair was covering his face, the end of it soaked in his own blood. A knife stood out from his chest, pinning a small note to him. You swiped the hair out of his face and you immediately recognized him. He was the drunk man, who insulted Tara last night.

You felt nauseated but your curiosity got the better of you as you flipped the note in a way you could read it. The blood froze in your veins, your head started spinning and you felt breathless. You snapped when you felt a hand on your shoulder, but quickly calmed down when you saw Tara. Yet the note was all you head on your mind right now, repeating the six words written on it; "I remember what you did, Lolly."

[vase-of-lilies]

Bubbles Baths and Babbles

❀ Mommy!Natasha x Little!Reader (F)

❀ Age Regression, sick reader, flu like symptoms (lol not covid), puke (sorry), fluff and more fluff ^-^ 

❀ Request: Little!reader becomes really sick and regresses to a baby headspace and needs mommy!nat to take care of her. Little!reader is very whiny and babbles to communicate with Nat :)

❀ A/N: This was requested by a sweet anon when my blog didn't shit itself a while ago. I hadn't backed it up to my AO3 account yet so it unfortunately got deleted along with the rest of my stories that didn't get saved:( I hope that it was ok that I changed a couple things, and I hope this turned out ok! Thank you for understanding!! <3

Nats ears perked as she heard a soft sneeze come from the nursery. Nat had just gotten back from a mission, only to come home to find her baby sick and needing her mommy. She set her book down and entered your room, sighing as she sees you on your bed covered in a mountain of blankets. Sitting beside you, a pile of used tissues as well. Knowing what to do, her mommy instincts take over immediately.

"Oh my little spider, are you not feeling very good?" You shake your head with a small whimper to accompany it. With a small frown on her lips, she rubs your back as she helps you grab the bowl beside your bed. "It's ok my маленький паук (Little spider), let it all out, then we can get you in a nice warm bath, ok?"

Nodding weakly you continue to let out the remains of your small breakfast, whimpering when you finish. "Here, love drink some water." Nat puts a fresh glass of water to your lips, and you graciously take a few gulps, sighing as you lean against her.

"Oh baby, I know. Im so sorry that I wasn't here when you started feeling icky. Did Aunty Wanda take good care of you while I was gone?" With a small smile, you nod at the thought of your "aunt" coming over to help you with some soup and getting you to bed for your nap.

"Alllll-righty, let's get you in that bath, how does that sound?" All you let out are a few whines here and there, making Nat fall for you all over again. As she picks you up, you cling to her like a sloth to her mother, making her smile and hold you even tighter.

"Mama, baba? Pees?" It took her a minute to process what you had said, but she knows 'baba' when she hears it. "Do you want your bottle, little one? Aw, my baby wants some milk? Alright, let's get you nice and warm in the tub first, ok?" You nod and happily watch your mommy as she fills the tub with warm water. Nat made sure to pour your favorite [add scent here] scented bubble bath to the running water, absolutely loving your reaction to all of the bubbles floating around.

You nod in excitement at her next sentence; "I know you love the bubbles, рыбочка (little fish)."

Once the bath was filled to a good hight, she gently got you undressed and sat you in the warm water. "How does that feel, little one? Nice and warm? Not too hot?" She asks, but you don't listen as your baby brain takes over. She chuckles and ruffles your hair, smiling as your giggles fill the bathroom.

Nat watches you from the small kitchen, just in eye line of the tub as she makes your bottle. The sight of you playing with the bubbles and your toy duck made Nat melt. She took a sweet picture with the bubbles around your body and saved it to her "little spider" album on her phone. Quickly coming back to you, she smiles as your face lights up when she comes into the bathroom. "Mama! Mama! Duggy, duggy!" You hold up your duck with a bright smile and Nat gently boops your nose.

"Yes, ducky! Your very cute ducky." She says, starting to undress as well. Sitting in the bath with you has been a joy to Nat ever since you first started becoming comfortable in your little space around her. She loves how you lay on her chest and lift the bubbles along her skin. She absolutely loves being with you and so close to you.

She reaches for your warm bottle on the soft rug by the tub and gently moves your hair from your face as you lay on her chest. "Here you go baby, open up." You open your mouth willingly, happily sucking on the nipple of the bottle in Nats hands. "There you go дорогая (Sweetheart). Mama's got you." She whispers, her nails tickling your back softly as you doze off on her chest.

A small cough escaped your mouth every few minutes, but the steam from the bathroom has helped with your congestion. "You'll be just fine, my love, I'll take good care of you."

[visceravalentines]

Michael Myers is the human equivalent of a cat and you can't change my mind. Here is a collection of tiny fluffy blurbs proving my point. I hope you enjoy!

Michael Myers x GN!Reader, no content warnings besides the man himself

He’s ignored you all day.  You’ve tried to engage him in a movie, a walk around the block, even tried to entice him into the bedroom.  He dismissed you every time with a blank stare.  You finally gave up and started working on a project you’ve been putting off. 

Not twenty minutes later, he appears in the doorway and stands there watching.  You acknowledge him briefly, focused on your task.  You don’t hear him move but you sense him behind you, smile up at him when he bumps against your back. 

He brushes his fingers through the hair at the back of your neck.  “Oof, you gave me goosebumps,” you tell him.  You keep working. 

He puts his hands on your shoulders.  You kiss his wrist.  “How are you?” you ask.  You get no response.  You never do. 

After a minute he sighs, bends over you to rest his chin on your head, puts his big hand right in the middle of what you’re working on. 

You stop, fight a smile.  “Oh, now you want attention?”  He grunts noncommittally.  “Well I’m doing this now.” 

His pushes his face into the side of your neck and you feel a warm, wet pinch.  “Michael!  Did you just bite me?” 

He steps back, pulls your chair with him.  “Ohh my god.  That is so rude.”  You look up at him.  He is unmoved by your criticism.  “Can I help you?” 

He comes around in front of you, drops to his knees between your legs, leans his head against your chest.  You put your arms around him and tease his curls. 

“I have been trying to hang out with you all day, you know.”  He grunts again.  “Why am I tied into your schedule?”  He squeezes you.  “Fine, let’s hang out.” 

🔪

You look up from your book at the sound of the back door.  A moment later he steps into view, knife in hand, mask sprayed with blood. 

“Welcome home, handsome,” you say. 

He sets the knife on the table and moves closer.  You lay the book aside and get up to inspect him for injuries.  “Are you hurt?” 

He shakes his head once and digs his hand into his pocket. 

“Oh boy.  Did you bring me something?” 

He fishes out a tiny porcelain mouse abducted from someone’s mantle and places it in your open palm.  It is adorable and not covered in blood. 

“Wow, I love this,” you say honestly.  “Thank you!” 

He is reaching into his other pocket.  “Oh, two things?”  You hold out your other hand.  There is a clicking sound like nails on a tabletop.  Teeth.  They are teeth.  He has brought you six human teeth. 

You gather yourself for a second and then look up at him with a careworn smile.  “Thank you so much.  You really, really shouldn’t have.” 

His eyes glitter behind the mask.  You know he knows that you hate it and love it in equal measure.  That’s why he does it.  You should consider yourself lucky tonight; one time he brought you a finger.  A finger. 

🔪

The afternoon sun is golden as you get home from work.  You look up at the second-story window right in the front of the house and sure enough, you see his silhouette looming like a Halloween decoration.  It’s his favorite spot.  He spends hours looking out at the world, just observing, thinking. 

He stares at you blankly and you smile and wave.  Even from a distance, you can see his gaze shift from you to something across the street:  two women shooting the breeze while their kids draw with chalk on the sidewalk.  Maybe it’s because you know him so well, but the look on his face is utterly predatory. 

“Shit,” you mutter under your breath.  You’d better get in there and distract him with something, or your neighbors are going to end up on the news. 

🔪

“Okay, hear me out.” 

You regard him uneasily, hands on your hips.  He already looks unimpressed. 

“We’re having grilled cheese and tomato soup.  You love that.” 

He does.  He is waiting for the bad news. 

“But we’re out of milk.  So I have to make the soup with water.” 

His ability to communicate such abject disgust with zero change to his expression is incredible. 

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I promise it will still be good.” 

He is the pickiest eater you have ever met.  Not only is his list of acceptable foods limited, but he eats on a strict schedule with almost no wiggle room.  There is only one right way to make the things he likes, and a thousand wrong ways.  He would rather starve than eat something he thinks is gross. 

When you present him with the offending soup he looks at you like you have spit in it in front of him. 

“Look, Michael, I promise it’s fine.”  You sip a spoonful.  It is not fine.  He knows it. 

He eats the grilled cheese with enthusiasm.  He finishes yours too.  He pushes the soup away and does not touch it.  No amount of cajoling will convince him otherwise. 

🔪

You are on the couch, Michael’s head in your lap.  You have been stroking his curls, scratching his neck and shoulders, caressing his handsome face for almost an hour.  Every time you try to get up or change position he grips your knee tightly, will not let you move.  Periodically he lets out a contented sigh, adjusts his position, guides your hand to a new spot. 

Your legs are falling asleep.  You continue running your thumb over his jaw as you shift your weight just a little, just enough to free up the circulation. 

He sits up abruptly.  “Sorry, Mikey, come back.” 

He stands up and stalks away without looking at you.  You watch with absolute bewilderment as he sits on the other couch, makes himself comfortable, and then looks at you like nothing happened. 

“You are so fucking weird,” you whisper, almost to yourself. 

🔪

You are out for a midnight stroll on the arm of a murderer who, for now, is content to leave everyone alive.  The moon is full and the street is bright beneath it.  Michael’s expression is serene.  You know he enjoys the breeze on his face when he can get it.  Walks like this are so normal, so refreshing, you can almost pretend it’s not three in the morning. 

A branch hangs over the sidewalk.  You move to duck around it, but Michael takes hold of it with his free hand and snaps it in half. 

“Well that was…effective,” you remark.  He looks at you impassively. 

A block later, someone has left a tricycle in their front yard.  He pulls away from you, picks it up with one hand.  You furrow your brow in confusion.  He throws it lazily into the neighbor’s yard. 

“Michael,” you say, “you can’t do that.”  But he can, and he does, and he pulls you along before you can drag it back where it belongs. 

He behaves himself for the next few minutes, and you are nearly lulled back into contentment.  You don’t question it when he stops and picks up a rock; he’s always bringing home odds and ends.  He does not look at you as he lobs the projectile across the street directly into the front window of a house and you hear the glass splinter.  The sound is deafening in the silence. 

“Michael Myers!” you hiss, grabbing his arm.  He is smirking.  For him it is the equivalent of a shit-eating grin.  “I cannot believe you just did that!”  Lights turn on in the house and you haul him quickly down the street.  “I swear to god I can’t take you anywhere.” 

[blackbat05]

Places to be 🇸🇬

Avengers x Reader (Headcanon)

A/N: Super self-indulgent but much pride 💕 I would do a few avengers first to see how it goes and the reception? PG-13

Notes: How I think the Avengers would enjoy the little red dot😬 And lemme put it out there first, I’m writing food you can find in Singapore! Not trying to gatekeep where food originates from!

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Shangqi

He would adapt the best given his heritage.

Forget touristy traps, he’s going to the mecca of all food places. The hawker centers!

Credit: Shunfu Hawker Centre

He almost snaps his neck trying to see what to eat. In the end, he settles for a little of everything.

His favorite is prawn noodles though. Oh… the broth…🤤

Credit: Quan Ann Prawn Mee @ Shunfu Hawker Centre

Stephen Strange

The National Museum of Singapore!

He would appreciate the photographs and stories of immigrants and veterans that fought to make what the country was today.

He would get brochure and maybe even read up beforehand before coming to enhance the experience.

After the tour, he goes to grab some snacks to munch on while reading more on the history. Who could resist Kaya Balls?

Peter Parker

Cycling!

The Green Corridor is a route approximately stretching 20km/12 miles from residential areas to the city.

It’s mostly just fauna for most of the ride but he loves the feeling of whizzing by without any traffic lights and nature itself! He could use some tranquility in his life for once.

He ends of the ride outside City Hall, before scampering up to try the famous fish noodles with milk! Don’t forget the fried egg (on top left)!

Credit: Chai’s Original Sliced Fish Soup @ City Hall

Thor

This man can drink in case you didn’t know.

He’ll do great at Clark Quay, an area to catch up and let your hair down.

In his case? Literally. The people love him though, they’ve seen him on international news. A few even ask to take photos with him and he happily obliges.

But it takes three Avengers to drag him back to the hotel. Maybe four if you count Loki who doesn’t know what he’s doing there when he could be at the museum with Stephen.

Clint being the team’s unofficial dad begrudgingly goes out to the Hawker Center to grab some Lotus Soup the next day to cure his hangover. Don’t forget the rice - like don’t.

A/N: I drooled while trying to come up with this short headcanon🤤 Also, I hope it’s ok! Little nervous so will be grateful to see/hear how it goes!

[hamishpetersen]

Goldfish Bowl

Text commissioned for the inaugural exhibition at Wave Project Space, Ōtepoti Dunedin:

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Listen to “So Tough” by The Slits. Make a cup of weak tea just to keep your hands warm and look out the only window in the living room. Doesn’t get much sun in April. Less in May, this side of the valley. You try not to check your notifications. You try to sit still. It’s not easy.

James Varga’s pictures form a haphazard diary to the last eighteen months. Starting with a return to their childhood pencil copies of cartoons, Varga began drawing again. It was a way to record the important parts of their world, or process the emotional soup through which we each wade. Rather than making pictures to “say something,” painting became a practice of picturing the world Varga needed to see. Similarly, they use their mother’s surname to claim that part of themselves.   

The difference between a diary and an autobiography is the audience. “What should my reader know?” “Does anyone ever need to see this?”

Listen to “Identity” by X-ray Spex. There is a picture of Varga’s legs stretching out to a sunburnt Alexandra backyard. Dead washing machine and semi-rural ¼ acre dream detritus. There is a picture of chopped fish and fish heads. If you know, you know. Being Tauiwi or Tangata Tiriti in Te Wai Pounamu can be full of placelessness; being anywhere at all down here can feel like the wrong place to be. Sometimes, we blame ourselves. Varga’s POV pictures evoke this feeling of waiting around for something to make sense. But pictures like that of the dish of fish heads have a different effect; like the sour umami of a fish head soup on a table of boiled hams and carrots; finding what you were looking for. 

Listen to “Pay to Cum” by Bad Brains. Varga adds a generous cock to a pencil drawing of one of their friends. For a laugh? Or because it needed to be said? In my brief conversation with Varga, it’s clear they are trying to cut through the absurd violence of masculine performance. There is a CD case for John Rowles’ “HITS collection” on the floor in the photo Kari sends me. It’s beside a painting of a milk bottle and some pencil sketches of muscled butts. 

Pay to write, pay to play

Pay to cum, pay to fight

Listen to “Product of My Environment” by Circle Jerks. There is a picture of a scrotum driving a tank. Like anyone, Varga’s mind wanders. Even when resisting the internet as subject matter or medium, the testicular posturing and violence of the recent invasion of Ukraine brought these globally televised politics into Varga’s pictures. Whether the picture is literal and figurative, or abstracted, comical, and political, Varga’s work seems to always be an act of processing, never solved. 

On Zoom, Varga and I talk about displaying the pictures like a “salon hang,” recalling the Salon exhibitions of the Academie des Beaux Arts in Paris where all the paintings accepted to the institution’s annual exhibition were crammed onto the walls. There’s an irony here for Varga as a self-taught artist. This antiquated mode of display can function in the opposite way to exclusive salons; more like an over-stimulating information soup, or endless Tiktok Trending page.

The high and the low are artificially separated in much of daily life. Instead, just as the punk poets Viv Albertine or Poly Styrene did, we are all cataloguing the boring, normal, enraging, hopeless, loving, small, vital, and forgettable moments of life in our own ways. Varga will keep going whether you’re looking or not. It’s one way of pushing through the clouds.  

[momomuses]

Cooking with them!

various genshin characters x reader!

Scenarios where you cook with them!

characters: ayaka, childe, kaeya and xiao

ayaka: ayaka invited you over for a cooking session! The both of you will be making sakura mochi together! While you were supposed to be working together, you can't help but watch Ayaka's graceful movements as she mixed the ingredients. Since when did the act of kneading rice flour become so elegant?

"Shall we shape them?" You were gently brought back to reality.

Ayaka's mochi was beautifully shaped, while yours was anything but that. "It has a nice shape," Ayaka giggled, her small hand reaching to her mouth. While Ayaka was used to shaping her mochis the traditional Chomeiji way, she was open to having fun! Before long, the both of you ended up with mochis in all shapes and sizes! Round ones, flower shaped ones, leaf shaped ones and even fish shaped ones!

The mochis would be enjoyed during your picnic in Chinju Forest!

childe: you were visiting Childe's hometown in Snezhnaya when one day, he suddenly came back with a huge sack over his shoulder.

"Comrade! Look what I've brought back!". Without further explanation, Childe dragged you to the kitchen.

The sack was moving, violently. Childe swiftly produced a thrashing octopus, beaming. "A nice catch, isn't it!" You were just as amazed as you were horrified.

So the cooking session begun! Teucer would pop into the kitchen to join! Childe attempted to teach the both of you how to prepare the octopus. Initially, you tried to assist Childe in the making of the octopus soup. Yet, you were unable to keep up with him; he was skilfully throwing unfamiliar ingredients and spices into the soup. Your only job was to stand there and be amazed (*^‿^*)

And yet, it was a fun session filled with laughter! Plus, you get to enjoy delicious seafood soup with Chide and his siblings!

kaeya: you were tasked to bring chicken and mushrooms over, so naturally, you expected to be making- "Fruity skewers!" Kaeya declared as he brought out a bottle labelled 'Death After Noon'.

Right... just what I was expecting...

Seeing your expression, Kaeya flashed a mischievous smile, "the wine will be our secret ingredient〜" Soon, the both of you were grilling chicken pieces that were marinated in wine. Surprisingly, it tasted good!

Yet it does not end here! Kaeya presented you with a grilled dish, claiming that it was steak. Yet, while the dish had a smoky and savoury flavour reminiscent of steak, its texture was more like raw tuna?????

"My new speciality, grilled watermelon." laughed Kaeya.

xiao: you visited him on the night of the Lantern Rite festival, inviting him to a cooking session. "Childish. I do not need to know about the workings of human food," Xiao would say. Despite his verbal objections, he would silently follow you around the kitchen as you prepared his Almond Tofu.

However, Xiao wouldn't allow you to remove the pot with the hot almond milk gelatin mixture from the stove. "Humans are weak. It would be bothersome if you were to get injured," he grumbled.

In the end, he helped out with the plating of the Almond Tofu. He was really gentle when plating, taking care to not damage your cooking.

The both of you would enjoy the tofu on the rooftop of Wangshu Inn while watching the fireworks.

In the past, Almond Tofu reminded Xiao of the texture of the dreams he was forced to consume and with it, the unpleasant memories of his past. Yet the dish would no longer confer the same effects. From today onwards, Almond Tofu would remind Xiao of the time you spent with him, and the sweet dreams that followed.

ah hello! I hope you had just as much fun reading this as I had writing this! I tried to write scenarios that involved the genshin characters and their speciality dishes, I haven't made them before, maybe I will one day!

also! do you know that watermelon steak is a thing? interesting right! I would like to try it if I have the chance to!

with that, have a nice day ahead!

- Momo

[catch-the-wind]

when reader is sick hc's p2

PART 2 IS FINISHED WHOO

here's a link to part 1 uwu

so i'm still brainrotting over this and i would like to date almost every character rn~ i probably won't add more to this unprompted but if anyone wants a part 2 just shoot me an ask! <3

tags: gn!reader, xiao x reader, zhongli x reader, ningguang x reader, beidou x reader, kazuha x reader, amber x reader, keqing x reader, venti x reader, scaramouche x reader, thoma x reader

xiao

this man is so awkward goodbye

he’s really popping into the kitchen of wangshu inn like mr. smiley yanxiao i need an order of almond tofu and uhh whatever the hell it is sick people eat

asks cloud retainer if there’s a medicinal thing she’s created and hey can you fix my s/o

meanwhile his s/o is like xiao- xiao- XIAO- it’s a COLD i’ll SURVIVE, stop leaving me to find solutions and just come cuddle

so xiao cuddles <3 he’ll read to his partner but it’s likely he’s also just sitting there in silence holding his s/o

he likes the companionship, doesn’t talk much. comfy silence all around

his partner probably falls asleep on him at some point but he’s okay with it

he probably watches his partner while they rest and he’s super frowny because he hates seeing them in pain :(

but also the gentle forehead kisses while his partner rests <3

he tells zhongli that he needs time to be with his s/o while they’re ill. he makes it sound like his partner is dying which is...overdramatic but also he just wants to dote on them and make sure they’re okay

he asks verr goldet what things a sick person might want while his partner rests and then he tries to kinda sorta subtly ask for help getting them

tries to dote on his partner subtly but he’s so grumpy all the time LOL

n e ways he gives his partner smooches and cuddles and that’s all that matters uwu

zhongli

he doesn’t even have to really say it to hu tao, she just knows he’s about to ask for a few days off. he does ask, ofc bc he’s following the protocols of social etiquette

he goes to his partner’s home or they’re in his for the entire time they’re sick

has a shopping list of foods for a sick person, also gets tea

has no mora to purchase anything on his shopping list so he hits up tartaglia LMAO

tartaglia comes w zhongli just to visit zhongli’s s/o

hu tao also comes to visit zhongli and co but he’s so wary of her because is she about to pull a prank- really she just brings him some tea he likes and wishes his s/o well <3 she probably sings to them too but it’s a little creepy if you listen to the lyrics LOL

this man is not reading his partner stories, they’re getting histories, pov morax. he knows so many little details that are lost in time but are kept safely in his memories

the man works out, tell me otherwise. he may choose his own body and he knows he has cake but the man works out and trains. he’s a god of WAR and he keeps himself in good shape. n e way he works out in the living room or backyard while his s/o is sick and he trains w just a shirt and pants and he’s so pretty aHEm i think my asthma is acting up again hang on

okay but muscles rippling and you can see it through the clothes that aren’t even that tight BUT BRO WHY ARE YOU GRUNTING SO MUCH PLEASE NO ONE ELSE DOES

would probably get his partner toys and such and one of them is a little dragon <3 give it smooches every day

he’s distracted when he answers hu tao or the adepti because he’s thinking ab his partner instead

ningguang

the frown on her face when she finds out PHEW

she takes her partner’s temperature with the back of her hand and she’s all frowny all day. ganyu is lowkey concerned bc what’s the matter with lady ningguang-

her partner stays in ningguang’s home and she’s working from home for a while <3 there are millelith guards and members of the qixing popping into her home office and even beidou once or twice. bei is also worried ab ning’s partner, but she’s doing the hearty slap on the back and the “get well soon!”

ningguang ordering food from wanmin and xiangling personally delivering it <3 xiangling and guoba are both showing up with some hot soup and guoba is there for cuddles pls he’s so cute

ningguang will read to her partner, probably tells them about her day and entertains small talk until they fall asleep

she cooks some of her qiankun mora meat and tries to make her partner soup <3 the millelith and the qixing have never seen their tianquan in a kitchen working before but she would only ever do it for the people she loves

keqing is in the corner quietly shipping while munching golden shrimp balls goodbye

i think ningguang respects ganyu too much to force her to run around for stuff but ganyu probably likes ning’s partner enough to do it anyway

ning and cuddles and temple kisses and she won’t give her partner smooches on the lips :( but she’s soft for them so they get cheek kisses and spooning them to sleep

beidou

she stays at her partner’s place while they’re sick because the crux might make them feel seasick instead

but she goes back and forth to the crux to get her things and take care of business and such. her crew probably loves her partner so they have things for bei to bring back <3

bei doesn’t even leave her partner’s town but she’s got sango pearls, cecilias, qingxin, cor lapis jewelry, dendrobiums (even though those are like. blood flowers. they’re pretty it’s fine) and many many fruits

xiangling comes by with food for bei and co and sticks around to hear beidou telling her partner stories about her time at sea

beidou is. she’s so buff okay. she carries her partner in and out of the room and to the living room or kitchen or brings everything to her partner and you can see how defined her muscles are bye i’m in love with her

we already know bei learned to cook a little bit from xiangling but beidou is absolutely learning to cook more while her partner is sick. xiangling is there giving her cooking lessons while beidou’s partner watches <3 bei with that look of concentration and she’s so quick with the knives too i’m- okay but her spoonfeeding her partner?? *chef’s kiss* ;)

beidou puts too much pepper in a dish and it deffo clears sinuses LMAO but she tried and it actually does taste very good if you can handle your spice 🤷‍♀️ i cannot so find me with a gallon of milk later

n e ways beidou cuddles her partner to sleep and falls asleep as soon as she knows they’re resting <3 many cuddles and many kisses, even if they insist not to because cooties will get u sick bei 🥺

visits bubu’s pharmacy to get her partner’s medicine herself but also has remedies from other places too! zhongli deffo helps her with some other gifts for convalescents so it’s historically, traditionally and socially acceptable

kazuha

is so worried omg

wherever his ass is, he’s going to his partner as soon as he finds out they’re sick. he’s so frowny and worried it’s almost cute but also,,,kazu it’s a cold, it’s FINE

he goes to collect qingxin and sweet flowers and stuff himself and makes his own poultices and soups and such <3

he shows up at his partner’s home with arms and buckets of flowers and herbs as soon as he possibly can. bei understands if he has to go tho, she gives him leave uwu

makes his partner soup and dried fish and gives them many smooches <3 they are not allowed out of bed LOL they just have to stay there and wait for him to dote on them

many many cuddles and smooches. he plays leaves and grass and recites poems for them he’s so cute <3 sigh, this man plays grass and i’m out here simping

also comes bearing gifts from wherever he was last tho. if he was on the crux, he’s probably got gifts from beidou and the crew even if they don’t really know kazu’s partner, they just know he’s happy and that’s what matters. if he’s not on the crux, his boss probably gives him leave and a gift or smth even if it’s just like a tea or a bottle of wine or smth

he’ll cuddle and be a blanket. but he’s also got fabrics that beidou picked up in inazuma and he uses that as a blanket for his partner <3

will tell his s/o stories of his childhood, his time wandering, his time with the crew, his work. anything they want to know or have questions about, he’ll tell them.

forehead kisses, temple kisses, holding his partner’s hand and pressing a kiss to the back of their hand ugh i love him

deffo gets sick because he can’t deny his partner smooches on the lips smh. and then it’s his partner’s turn to play nursemaid

the crew from the crux probably drops by to check on kazoo man and co. they bring some regional delicacies and blankets and their best cold remedies with a slap on the back for kazu and a gentler pat for his partner. like w ningguang’s partner, bei probably gives kazu’s s/o a hearty slap but it’s not enough to hurt them

anyway i’m in love with him

amber

she’s so worried she’s such a sweetie omg

she goes to her partner immediately and fusses over them before they have to gently tell her that they’re fine

she goes to collect sweet flowers and stuff and goes to ohm, albedo and barbara for help making medicines and such

doesn’t want to leave her duties unattended to but jean also knows that amber wants to be with her s/o so she tells amber that she has fewer duties for her <3

jean tells kaeya to go make sure amber is doing okay and doesn’t need help or anything so he drags ohm, diluc, albedo and lisa too LOL

lisa was planning on going anyway, she just used diluc to carry her books w this opportunity <3 albedo is just treating amber’s partner w meds and potions and things and lisa takes a peek at that too

she’s so sad she doesn’t have ohm’s super cold skin so she can’t be a human cooling pack for her partner </3 but she gives them many smooches on cheeks and foreheads and temples

barely resists giving her partner kisses on the lips bc she still wants to go to work but also wants to give her partner what they need and sigh. it’s a struggle for amber

she wears pajamas and cuddles with her s/o <3

cooks her partner some (fully cooked!!) meals, not her specialty steak. but she makes soup and goes to good hunter and gets good hot food there too

keqing

wants to take some time off to help her partner feel better but also doesn’t want to leave work. ningguang probably sends her home at some point because she’s fretting and working and stop feeling so bad keqing, you have sick days

she still goes to work but she’s just taking marginally shorter days sigh, she goes home early instead but brings work home so she can do it while sitting with her partner

wears leisure clothes when at home with her partner but the fact that she has clothes she doesn’t use for work is shocking LMAO the cat ears stay tho ;) catgirl always

ganyu comes by with keqing’s work, some wanmin takeout and a card and gift for her partner <3

xiangling hears that keqing is home with her partner while they’re sick and brings food over to keqing’s. she’s got extra golden shrimp balls for keqing. AND AGAIN. GUOBA CUDDLES ❤️❤️❤️

keqing feels so bad for not doing as much work, she’s making herself almost as sick as her partner </3

ningguang comes over one night with beidou while keqing is doing work in bed while her partner is resting and she sees keqing stressed as all hell. she just gives keqing some food and tells her to actually rest. soft!ning and bei being moms god i love them

okay but keqing tucking her partner in with a sweet kiss before retreating to her work in the corner, the lamps turned to the lowest they can possibly be because keqing refuses to leave her beloved but can’t not do work

keqing trying to cook food for her partner that isn’t meant specifically for survival but for taste is so cute. she’s trying to cook golden shrimp balls and soup and stuff and she’s not bad at it! she took a single night of giving her s/o hot tea and some wanmin soup before she learned the whole cookbook so she can be the one to cook for them <3

venti

he brings his partner wine u cannot tell me otherwise

he goes to diluc’s. not the tavern but straight up dawn winery and asks diluc if he can get a bottle of wine for his s/o and please please please he’ll go fight some of those slimes for you, please? with the big 🥺 and staying outside diluc’s window to beg bye

diluc just gives him the wine with a glare but won’t make venti do the commission <3 venti legit says “thank barbatos” and gives diluc an ~ehe~ before he gets ready to glide away. he turns around and asks diluc if he’s sure he can’t do the comm but diluc just glares at him all broody~

diluc comes by to check on venti’s partner too bc where does venti live- venti is just camping out at his partner’s place for now and feeding them and giving them wine and diluc just kinda goes a little pink but glares while he says “get well soon” and leaves a windwheel aster from near the winery

venti makes soup and many vegetable/fruity foods because “they’re good for you! have some wine with that ehe”

jean comes by at some point with barbara to check on venti and co. they’ve got other foods and some hydro healing for venti’s partner <3

ohm comes over to see his friend and brings him some medicines, food and wine. he gets to witness the anemo god get all soft and squooshy for his s/o it’s so sweet

he uses anemo to entertain his partner with some gentle breezes playing through leaves <3 but he also plays his lyre for them and gives them smooches in between and during songs because he’s a god ofc he isn’t gonna get sick, pay the bard with kisses. and where’s his gratuity :( 😗

he doesn’t read to his s/o but he does tell them stories with a musical accompaniment. sometimes his partner will fall asleep so he just smiles so softly and tucks them in and continues playing his lyre at the window while they sleep <3

but also brushing his partner’s hair back and giving them a kiss on the forehead please i love my beloved kinnie

n e ways venti forehead smooches and playing the lyre for his s/o <3 no cough meds ehe, just dandelion wine and whatever ohm gave him (that was, in fact, the cough medicine)

scaramouche

bro this dude looks like he CANNOT be assed but he really cares <3<3

his work schedule doesn’t change but he’s going to his s/o’s home super often with soup and food and medicine and extra blankets

even to his partner, scara looks broody but he always looks like that LOL

tartaglia finds out where scara is going and he brings food and toys and stuff too <3 scara later has to read one of the kids books tartaglia brought and he refuses to voices but it’s very sweet anyway

scara probably asks sandrone if his doctor brother can get him some good cold medicine but would never admit that he asked ohm for help LOL. ohm shows up anyway and finds out <3

can and will cook soup but that’s all you’re getting from him. the takeout he brought is most definitely not something he made, no sir’am he would never do something as soft as cook for them. soup doesn’t count, it’s oboiling water with some added flavor, shut up tartagalicious he’s not soft

will give his partner kisses only after he thinks they’re asleep. refuses to give them any affection besides a headpat or two and maybe one hug when he shows real concern. his partner isn’t quite yet asleep one time and then feigns sleeping when they hear scara’s whispered “i love you” and he presses a kiss to their forehead 🥺❤️

he takes off his hat inside the house but will go around with a blanket around his shoulders to mock his partner smh. the blanket is on his head like a hood and he fake sniffles with an almost derisive laugh but he gives his partner a real smile at the end <3

9/10 times will never admit that he’s soft unless it’s a Very Serious Moment but he’s a squishy dood for his s/o and his s/o only

will not read or sing to his partner but he’ll sorta cuddle if they ask very nicely and many times. it’s just kind of him sitting next to them and they kind of have to muzzle before he’ll move his arm for his own comfort LMAO

will bring his partner gifts and food, a few flowers but he’ll just claim he’s delivering it from someone else with a look of fake disgust </3 maybe like two of those are actually from other ppl and not him

when his partner is actually feeling really sick, he won’t be a big smol meanie and he actually looks so concerned~ his partner means a lot to him and he doesn’t want them to feel sick or in pain so he’ll cuddle them unprompted and rub their back, run his hand thru their hair, soft forehead and temple kisses and “i’m here, baby” and “i love you” and falling asleep with his partner tucked under his chin <3 he’s actually so sweet bye 😭

thoma

thoma feels so bad when his partner is sick. it isn’t even his fault but he feels so bad because he wants to protect them, even from tiny little germs 😭 i’m sorry u can’t be my immune system thoma it’s FINE

he asks to take off work and ayaka just kinda sighs but smiles and waves a hand to dismiss him bc yes ofc you can, simp

ayato just laughs when he sees this LMAO BYE

thoma’s partner stays at his home, in his bed or a guest room (idk if he has his own place or stays w the kamisatos as their literal live-in maid but anyway)

his partner gets his care, any doctors or caretakers around ritou, the medic from the crux, the kamisato family doctor- this man is using some of his favors for medicine and then cuddling his s/o, ugh i want to date him sm

both kamisatos come by with some food for thoma and co but poor ayato can’t even keep his grin contained, poor thoma is conditioned to be nervous ab what ayato feeds him LOL

he’s cooking for his partner, legit gives them a list of options and an “anything you want, my love?”

cuddles his s/o even tho they might protest but it takes like 0.2 seconds to stop protesting bc that man is comfy

tells his partner stories about what it was like back home in mondstadt and his journey to inazuma and why he’s there as well as his stories about all the different kinds of people he’s met

taroumaru coming w kozue to the kamisato estate to get some hot tea to thoma 🥺 and the cuddles and nuzzles from this great doggo for thoma before he turns to his partner too 😭 straight up jumps in the bed and licks their faces a little before nuzzling in for a hug

n e way thoma gives a lot of hugs and kisses and cuddles and i think he’s hella touchy-feely and misses home and treasures his partner even more because of it

my beautiful red shield ❤️

[versadies]

may the meals we share guide you to my happiness [ 3k followers event ! ]

INTRODUCTION !

welcome to the penpal service’s special restaurant where we serve you teyvat’s infamous meals from all around the three nations as a celebration of a special milestone. care to take a look and try out our special meals with your date?

GUIDELINES !

characters available: zhongli, tartaglia, diluc, kaeya, albedo, xiao, venti, thoma, itto, scaramouche, kazuha, eula, lisa, jean, ningguang, beidou, ganyu, and raiden shogun

REQUESTS ARE NOW CLOSED !

rules: (any requests that does not follow will be rejected)

please follow the format: appetizer/character + main dish/prompt + dessert/genre + drink/theme + sauce/format + side-dish/plot (optional)

please submit only 1 character + 1 prompt per request (you cna submit another request with a diff character and prompt)

nsfw is not allowed. if i see any requests that’s considered as nsfw will immediately be deleted.

pls refrain yourselves on mentioning physical appearance of the reader (hair style, skin tone, height, etc.) because i sincerely think the characters will still treat you the same. rest assured that my fics won’t mention anything about the reader’s appearance as well.

don’t request a character that isn’t from the list, i’ll literally delete your request faster than turbo the moment i see a name that isn’t a part of the list.

all fics are strictly gender neutral

SAMPLES OF FORMAT !

“ hi can i get pile ‘em up + squirrel fish + mint jelly + dango milk + ketchup ”

“ hi can i get pile ‘em up (diluc) + squirrel fish (enemies to lovers) + mint jelly (fluff) + dango milk (normal) + ketchup (hc) ”

“ hi can i get pile ‘em up, squirrel fish, mint jelly and pop’s teas, dango milk and ketchup whereas (insert plot)”

PROMPTS !

APPETIZERS (character) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

chicken-mushroom skewer ━ kaeya alberich

pile ‘em up ━ diluc ragnvindr

sunshine sprat ━ albedo kreideprinz

barbatos ratatouille ━ venti

moon pie ━ eula lawrence

mushroom pizza ━ jean gunnhildr

flaming red bolognese ━ lisa minci

almond tofu ━ xiao

bamboo shoot soup ━ zhongli

calla lily seafood soup ━ tartaglia

universal peace ━ ganyu

mora meat ━ ningguang

stir-fried fillet ━ beidou

miso soup ━ thoma

dry-braised salty fish ━ kaedehara kazuha

mixed yakisoba ━ arataki itto

fragrant mashed potatoes ━ scaramouche

tricolor dango ━ raiden shogun

feel free to shorten the name of the dish

MAIN DISH (prompt) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

sticky honey roast - friends to lovers

squirrel fish - enemies to lovers

northern apple stew - fake relationship

northern smoked chicken - forbidden love

matsutake meat rolls - kidnapped

lotus seed soup - arranged marriage

jade parcels - unrequited love

imported poultry - fairytale au

grilled unagi fillet - runaway spouse

sweet madame - reunion

golden fried chicken - opposites attract

cured pork dry hotpot - teacher x single parent au

cream stew - idol au

chicken tofu pudding - pirate x mermaid au

braised meat - roommates au

adeptus’ temptation - neighbors au

five pickled treasures - hanahaki disease

golden crab - office romance au

goulash - best friend’s wedding

minty meat rolls - coffee shop au

DESSERT (genre, you can add two desserts in req) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

mint jelly - fluff

pop’s teas - comfort

sakura mochi - angst

DRINK *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

wolfhook juice - yandere

dango milk - normal / non-au ( for the prompts that doesnt mention any au )

apple cider - songfic

SAUCE *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ketchup - hc scenario

mustard - drabble

once again, tysm for the milestone ! i couldn’t have done it without you guys and i’m happy that there are people out there who love my writing <<3

[jungle-angel]

The Kitchen Taste Tester (Miles Miller x Reader)

Summary: You love the holidays but Miles cannot and will not stay out of the kitchen

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Your kitchen was so full of the smells of all your holiday baking and cooking that you couldn't keep Miles away for long, but why would you have ever wanted to in the first place? He was your best helper after all.

"Miles!" you called in your sing-song voice.

It was a minute or two before he came up from the basement and set his wooden tool basket by the door. "Yes sweetpea?" he asked.

"When you get a minute, do you mind trying this for me?"

Miles washed off his hands and stuck his finger into the bowl full of gingerbread cake batter you were planning on using for the Yule log cake for Christmas Day. "Needs a little more milk in it," Miles concluded.

"Do we have any left?" you asked him.

Miles searched the fridge and grabbed the glass bottle full of fresh milk. You had very quickly come to realize that living on a ranch could get you all the fresh milk, cheese and yogurt you could possibly want and with your husband it had been much needed. Miles had always been your best taste tester and helper in the kitchen from the very beginning and you wouldn't have had it any other way.

In the very early days of your marriage, you had noticed right away how underfed he had been in the army, even with three meals a day. Being in the field had been tough and often he had gone two or three days without any food at all. When he had begun working at the hotel, he had been working so much that he didn't even have time for breakfast, lunch or dinner and couldn't really afford it. You couldn't ignore the hollowness in his cheeks, the tired look in his eyes, the constant growling of his belly and his frame which had grown meeker by the day. One way or another, you had been determined to get him back to where he needed to be.

It had been after the hotel had been sold to a much more reputable person who had become a very fast family friend and after you, Miles and the family had moved to Montana, that you had started cooking for him and your family. Miles couldn't get enough of it, the hot chicken soups in cold weather, the lasagna that you and his mother made together. Some nights it was a hot mac'n'cheese bake with white cheddar cheese and toasted breadcrumbs on top or fish that his father happened to catch, all loaded with blackening spices and tossed on the grill.

You noticed right away the good changes that had come about with Miles. He'd begun to sleep better at night and was less tired during the day. His cheeks were much rounder and softer with a healthy dusting of pink in them. His belly didn't growl as frequently and though he still had some stress tremors from his army days, they had become so far and few to the point where they may as well have been nonexistent. Even the doctor Miles had gone to see in Bozeman was pleased to have seen him putting on a healthy amount of weight, just as much as you had been.

You didn't see him dip his finger in the batter again until you turned your head and Miles had dapped it on the tip of your nose, drawing a laugh from you. You giggled when you felt his warm lips and the tip of his tongue on the tip of your nose, sucking and licking away at the batter until there was nothing left for him to do but kiss you on the lips.

"Tastes great sweetpea," he said. "And so don't you."

You giggled again as you leaned against him, happy and content in his big, warm arms.

[peachysamu]

Bed For One

Summary: a collection of diary entries where you realize the bed is too warm and hindsight is 20/20

Character: Miya Osamu x gn!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Genre: Angst

A/n: I am fascinated by the timeline of a failed relationship. That though some changes feel minuscule, they are the stepping stones to even bigger things.

August 14

Hey you, it’s me. Your old self. I hope that when you come back to these, you find clarity because things feel so uncertain right now. You went to bed angry last night. Samu slept on the couch. He said it was because he got hot. You know the real reason. It was because you were still fighting. You’re not affected because you’re still mad. He can go sleep on the couch for all you care. You went to work. Was a little quiet since you know, life at home doesn’t feel so happy. When you got home, Samu surprised you with flowers on the counter and your favorite snack next to it. It reminded you that you love him. That whatever you guys were fighting about isn’t even worth it. Which it wasn’t. You just got mad last night because Samu forgot to buy toothpaste on the way home like you asked for. And then it turned into a whole thing. But the flowers reminded you that everything is okay.

August 30

Life with Samu has been good as of late. He kisses you when he gets home. He always calls you when he’s off and asks if there’s anything we need. Things feel like they’re back in sync again. Like how it felt when you first started dating. You guys went on a date the other day. First time in a while. He held your hand the whole time. Went to the park. Not as extravagant as it used to be, but that’s fine. He doesn’t have to try as hard anymore. He has your heart already. And it was nice. On the way home, you shared an onigiri together.

September 14

Samu is taking you out on a date! An actual date to a fancy restaurant! He called you while you were at work and told you he made reservations to that one fancy restaurant. The one that he’s been talking about lately with that guy that has his own cooking show. Told you he was going to close up shop early so that you guys could have a nice night out. That we deserve it. Can’t wait!

September 16

Hey you, sorry for missing a day. You’re probably wondering how the date went. Awful. You’ll probably remember too but just in case you’ve forgotten, that day was the first day you had ever seen Samu look at you with so much disdain. You cowered before him for the first time. Hunched yourself against the doorframe of your bathroom door with tears in your eyes. He didn’t hurt you. He was just so angry. I truly hope you never forget the way your heart clenched and the way you couldn’t breathe for hours after. That strong and wide build of his that has always cuddled you and made you feel safe, for the first time, made you scared. Over what? A misunderstanding? Because you thought he said “Be ready at 6:30” instead of “Be there at 6:30”? You said some hurtful things yourself. Threw the toothpaste incident at him. That was a mistake because then the whole thing blew up again. But you’re not perfect and neither is he. So why couldn’t he have been more understanding?

You’re laying in bed right now and Samu’s in the living room. The house has been silent for hours. The two of you have been silent for days. Sometimes you cry but you’ve expended a lot of energy on that already. So now you’re just tired. And you want Samu to comfort you. But you’re too prideful because you don’t think his reaction was warranted. And you wonder if Samu’s pride is holding him back too.

September 20

You and Samu still haven’t talked, well not at least about the fight. Just ‘good mornings’ and ‘how are yous’ here and there. You went out with your friends and while you were out, you brought home milk tea for him. You remembered he was craving it before the whole incident. You didn’t get the reaction you were hoping for. Just a nod and a thanks. Tension was thick in the air. But then he asked if you ate and brought you a bowl of miso soup and fish. It gave you enough confidence to ask him to sleep in bed with you. He did. But it felt forced and uncomfortable. You tried to be soft and cuddle against his back. Tried to find comfort in intimacy. He neither eased into your touch nor moved from your grasp. Just lied there. Instead of finding comfort, you found hurt.

October 17

That big fight that you guys had with date night is over and done with. You’ve talked it over with him properly and you guys are okay now. Things are back to normal. For the most part at least. You eat dinner together and shower together. He washes the dishes on days when you’ve had a rough day. He sleeps next to you. But every morning you wake up, you find him on the couch. He still uses the excuse that he gets hot in the middle of the night. Sometimes he changes it up and says that you were moving around too much and bothering him. You get it. He’s a busy man and deserves comfortable rest. But it hurts. Because he used to tell you he loved sleeping with you, that he’d have it no other way.

October 29

You told Samu that you don’t want to become comfortable waking up without him. The surprise and fear he held warmed you. You could see that he still cared about your feelings and for the past couple of days, he’s met your request and has slept with you for the whole week. It has you overjoyed. You told him that you could turn the a/c down so he won’t get hot in the middle of the night. He insisted the he’s fine. Your insecurities were shoved down your throat when Osamu turned around and cuddled you to sleep. You woke up this morning still in his arms.

November 3

You and Samu fought again. And he’s back on the couch.

November 29

You woke up today with the bed all to yourself. Sprawled in a diagonal formation and legs tangled in the sheets. You’ve grown comfortable in your own bed where it is neither cold nor too hot. You realized this bed fits one and you wondered how it ever fit two. Or if it will ever need to.

December 25

Hey you. It’s me again. Your old self remember? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You’ve been very busy and as much as you tried to update yourself and remind yourself of this process, you just never had the time. You did read the old journal entries though. They helped a lot. They helped you understand things you couldn’t see while you were living it. You’re going out with some friends for a Christmas dinner. Don’t forget to tell them thank you. They’ve been good to you. You’re on the train right now, and in your free time, your mind wandered to Samu. And now you’re here. You hope he’s okay. You hope he enjoys your Christmas gift. You hope he can finally sleep comfortably in his own bed.

[bill-y]

INURE

Peeta Mellark x male reader

[ We all know who Katniss Everdeen is, but what if Primrose hadn’t been chosen but another boy from another unfortunate family? YOUR family. ]

Info: This is basically a reader insert and I’ve changed a few rules, not ground breaking though. The reader is a bit bland for now but I plan for his actions to be different. Because he has different moral grounds from Katniss and such. Would appreciate feedback! FEEL FREE TO POINT OUT TYPOS. GRAMMARLY SOMETIMES DOESN’T DO MY DYSLEXIC ASS JUSTICE

Part five: Click here, butters, elpacho, last meheecan.

Part six: You're here, dumb!

Part seven: Finally here!

Wattpad account: L0calxDumbass

Peeta and I end up helping Haymitch to his compartment, the reek of vomit and alcohol wasn't exactly pleasant.  Since we couldn't set him down the bed, we ended up hauling him to the bathtub, setting the shower on him. 

Peeta gave me an odd look when I laughed awhile ago; there was no humour in the situation after all. Forming a good impression wasn't really on my agenda. "It's alright; I can take it from here," he said.

I nodded, "Okay," I nodded, putting my lips together. "Do you—need me to call those Capitol people?" I asked, stumbling over my words. My confidence seemed to have been drained at some point.

He shook his head "No, I don't want them," he responded. I nod for the last time and head to my own room, relieved that I don't have to wash putrid vomit off Haymitch's chest hair, or something. Though it would be the perfect "revenge" for the people working here, I get why he doesn't want to see them. 

I wonder, why does he want to help such a wreck? Was he simply kind like the time he gave me bread? Or was he using this to gain Haymitch's favour? A feeling of nervousness bubbled up within me, a kind Peeta Mellark was way more dangerous than an unkind one. Not everyone in the district can afford to be kind, so kind people make such a mark on me.

I looked at the packet of cookies at the table beside the fancy bed—a lump formed in my throat. Kindness would've been nice, but not in this situation. I sighed, taking my attention to the window instead. 

There stood a lonely yellow flower, a dandelion. It took me back to the schoolyard, all those years ago. My eyes had just left Peeta's bruised face when I saw that dandelion; hope rose within me that moment, I plucked it gently from the ground and hurried home. I grabbed a small, broken bucket and grabbed Nal's hand and headed to a meadow. It was filled with the same flowers.

It was the first moment where Nal smiled after our Father's death. He loved the way the flowers smelled and looked. However, he was quite upset because we had to eat them, with the rest of the bakery bread. My father loved his plants, maybe a bit too much. 

I remember countless hours we spent in the woods looking for a specific type of plant, whether for eating or for medicine. He had me memorize them by heart, which took a couple of years because I got distracted halfway through. 

The next day, we were off to school. I hung around the edge of the meadow after, contemplating whether I should jump the fence. My mother couldn't get a job, well, she didn't want to. She thought the whole District would shame her the moment she stepped out of our crumbling home. It made no sense to me; we had nothing to lose anymore.

Which is exactly why I went under the fence, retrieved the old, leather-bound daggers my father made from scraps and wood. It was pretty frail, but if you handle it carefully and throw it properly, it won't break—most of the time.

I didn't go beyond twenty yards that day; I didn't feel confident enough to go deeper, fearing I'd get lost in the forest. I took home a small rabbit that day, we hadn't had meat for months, so it honestly looked like a full course meal, like the one we were served in the tribute train.

My mother isn't the greatest cook, so she burnt a couple of bits, mainly the thighs. But it still filled us. The woods became my second home, escaping the sad atmosphere my mother gave off and the pressure the Peacekeepers would regularly make us feel. 

The hunting started slow, but each time I went under, I went deeper. I stole eggs from nests, jumped from tree to tree and managed to shoot a squirrel or two down. I struggled with the fish; my father would always throw his dagger to the fish with little to no effort. Whenever I'd throw mine, it would miss. It took me a couple of times to figure out the water distorts my vision.

The plants were no effort; I knew which one to pick, which ones were poisonous. The signs of danger used to terrify me back to the fence until I gathered enough courage to climb the tall trees, then I stuck with it, not liking the feeling of being chased. The wild dogs would always leave me alone after a while.

On July 15th, I finally signed up for the tesserae, carrying the first batch of grains and oils in the same broken bucket I used to gather those dandelions. I patched it up with some scrap bark. On the 15th of every month, I would put my name once again. I still had to hunt; grains weren't enough. We still needed soap, milk, thread and many more things we used to have. I began to trade in the hob, learning how to hold my tongue in the process. My father used to trade there as well; he used to do all the talking while I watched, stayed silent. 

And so I simply tossed the game I had to their tables. They caught on fairly quick; I'd only speak up when it came to bargaining or when I'd change what'd I'd buy. Or when I would insult wild dog soup. My father was a charismatic man, always able to persuade people to buy whatever. Not me, though, I was like a sore thumb. Painful, to talk to at least.

My mother wasn't very enthralled with the fact that I had been hunting, too much like my father, she said. That's when we argued, "Don't be stupid like your father!" she shouted. I remember my face contorting to anger, how my fists clenched as she continued to scream. 

I finally exploded, "Why don't you go out and get a job if you don't want me hunting, then? You'd rather we starve?!" I said, slamming the table. "I won't die, I won't end up like father! I won't be Capitol's pig, neither was he!" 

"But if you do die?" She argued back, tears flowing down her cheeks as she gripped both my shoulders. "I'm only thinking of you, Y/n!"

I scoffed, glaring at her, "If you're thinking of us so much, then why aren't you helping us?! If I don't die being accused of rebellion, then I'll die because of those stupid games because of you!"

"Don't blame me for this! It was your father's fault for being brash—" She reasoned, but I cut her off by pushing her off me. I stared at her as if she grew three heads. "They asked you," I whispered, "All you did was nod, you could've lied."

Her green eyes shook at my words, "Lie to the Peacekeepers? The Capitol? And get us killed as well?! I only what your father wanted," 

"They didn't have anything on father! It was your voice that gave it away! It's your fault that he's dead, now we're over here starving because you can't get over yourself—"

Then there was a sting on my cheek. She had slapped me. My eyes landed on a crying Kunal; guilt surged through me, so I ran. I ran to the woods and slept on top of a tree, humming a soft tune to the mockingjays next to me. They listened and sung back. I fell asleep to their lullaby, surprisingly, not falling off.

I found my hand on the same cheek my mother slapped that day. I was going to die the same way I said, how ironic. I won't be able to apologize or tell my mother I loved her anymore. A sigh left my lips as I continued to stare out the window. 

I clenched my fists, punching the wall as my breath hitched. I let out a groan, holding the stinging part of my hand. I glared at the wall, grumbling under my breath before I decided to fall asleep, not wanting to think of my regrets and what I could've done. As I closed my eyes, I only hoped my dreams would be pleasant. 

"Up! Up! Up! It's a big big day!"

Effie Trinket's voice awoke me from my dreamless slumber. I groaned, muttering profanities as she left my compartment. I tried to imagine what it was like in that stupid wig--- well--- head of hers, it made my head hurt.

I had fallen asleep in the green shirt, causing it to become wrinkled, the. Not that I cared, there will be some stylist stripping me anyways. I shuddered at the thought of Capitol people touching me, what a nightmare. My eyes landed on the packet of cookies on my bedside table. I decided to grab it.

I entered the dining compartment, still half-lidded and yawning. Effie Trinket brushes me with a cup of black coffee. She was muttering obscenities, probably because of Haymitch. Peeta held a roll, looking somewhat embarrassed  "Sit down! Sit down!" Haymitch said.

Peeta flashed me a smile, amused by how dishevelled I look. To be fair, I wasn't a morning person, I find waking up to be a tiring task. I rubbed my eyes, the packet of cookies still in my hands as I slid down the chair.

They served an enormous platter of food. I'd hate to admit it, but I was starving. So for the first time, I decided to stab it with the fork, not sure what to do with the cookies so I pocketed them. I figured I'd eat them much. . . much later.

I chewed slowly, glare on my face as my eyes struggled to remain open. I didn't even notice the orange juice next to me because of it. Peeta nudged me, handing me a cup of brown, rich liquid. It was quite warm. "They call it hot chocolate," he said. "It's quite good,"

My green eyes moved from him to the cup, then back to him. As if asking for permission. I sniffed, muttering a "thank you," before I took the cup from him. The moment the hot chocolate touched my lips I felt awake.

Not only was it hot, but it was also amazing. I've never tasted anything like this before. Coffee was a luxury, this I cannot even fathom. After I've drained my cup, I put it down and muster a sheepish smile. "Is there more?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Effie seemed to be excited by my sudden interest. "Glad you're finally appreciating the finer things," she quipped as another cup was passed to me. "Right," I responded, gripping the cup tightly.

I stopped eating when I felt somewhat full, only asking for more hot chocolate. Peeta is still eating, breaking off bits of roll and dipping them in his hot chocolate.

Haymitch hasn’t paid much attention to his platter, but he’s knocking back a glass of red juice that he keeps thinning with a clear liquid from a bottle. Judging by the fumes, it’s some kind of spirit. I don’t know Haymitch, but I’ve seen him often enough in the Hob, tossing handfuls of money on the counter of the woman who sells white liquor. He’ll be a mess again by the time we reach the Capitol.

"So, you're supposed to give us advice," I said, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He grinned, "Here's some advice, stay alive," then he burst out laughing.

My brows furrowed, "Ha. Ha." I let out, unamused. I glanced to Peeta, surprised to see Hardness in his eyes. Usually, he looked mild. "That's very funny," he said as if adding to my remark. He suddenly lashed out at the glass in Haymitch's hands. It shattered, spilling the blood-red liquid on the floor. "Only not to us,"

Haymitch took this opportunity to punch Peeta straight in the jaw, knocking the boy out of his chair before turning around to reach for more spirits. I stopped him, driving a knife into the table, between his hand and the bottle, barely missing his fingers.

I expected some sort of retaliation, but that didn't come. "Oh, well what is this?" he said. "Did I actually get a pair of fighters this year?"

Peeta rose from the floor and scoops up a handful of ice from under the fruit tureen. He started to raise it to the red mark on his jaw.

"No," Haymitch stopped him. "Let the bruise show. The audience will think you’ve mixed it up with another tribute before you’ve even made it to the arena."

"That’s against the rules," said Peeta. "Only if they catch you. That bruise will say you fought, you weren’t caught, even better," said Haymitch. He turns to me. “Can you hit anything other than the table?"

I shrugged, pulling the knife off the table. "Your head or. . ." I said, before tossing the knife in between the seams of two panels. If I was confident at one thing, it's my aim. But not so much with a bow.

"Stand over here. Both of you," ordered Haymitch, nodding to the middle of the room. We obey and he circles us, prodding us like animals at times, checking our muscles, examining our faces. “Well, you’re not entirely hopeless. Seem fit. And once the stylists get hold of you, you’ll be attractive enough.”

Peeta and I don’t question this. The Hunger Games aren’t a beauty contest, but the best-looking tributes always seem to pull more sponsors. Though I do enjoy the fact that the stylists are likely going to have a hard time styling me.

"All right, I’ll make a deal with you. You don’t interfere with my drinking, and I’ll stay sober enough to help you," said Haymitch. "But you have to do everything I say,"

Of course, there's a catch. "Fine," Peeta said while I shrugged carelessly, sipping on my hot chocolate. "In a few minutes, we’ll be pulling into the station. You’ll be put in the hands of your stylists. You’re not going to like what they do to you. But no matter what it is, don’t resist," Instructed Haymitch

Oh, well there goes my plan on being a general nuisance. Damn you, Haymitch.

He takes the bottle of spirits from the table and leaves the car. As the door swings shut behind him, the car goes dark. There are still a few lights inside, but outside it’s as if night has fallen again. I realize we must be in the tunnel that runs up through the mountains into the Capitol. The mountains form a natural barrier between the Capitol and the eastern districts. It is almost impossible to enter from the east except through the tunnels. This geographical advantage was a major factor in the districts losing the war that led to my being a tribute today. Since the rebels had to scale the mountains made them easy targets for the Capitol's air forces.

Peeta and I stood in silence. My finger raised, mouth opening but I decided it wasn't worth it and awkwardly shuffled to one of the windows. He seemed to have caught on, however. "Nice view, isn't it?" he joked.

"I guess if you're blind," I answered dryly, raising the warm cup to my lips. "Sophisticated darkness, my favourite type," I finished.

He chuckled, walking next to me, the train slowing on cue. My muscles tensed as the sunlight entered the compartment. It was blinding. After my eyes adjusted I finally saw the Capitol.

I would be lying if I said it wasn't beautiful. Rainbow hued buildings that tower to the sky, possibly beyond. Shiny cars rolling on the fancy, clean pavement streets. The cameras failed to capture its beauty. It would've been perfect if not for the fact that the oddly dressed colours, wearing blizzard wigs and painted faces exist.

They looked painfully artificial. I much prefer the natural tones of district 12. "Eugh, how do they look at themselves?" I muttered, catching the attention of Peeta, who chuckled at my comment.

Huh, I forgot that he was there.

The same disgusting people began to point at us, enthralled. I was sickened, they couldn't wait to watch us kill each other like wild wolves. I suppose that's better than ending up at soup.

I stepped back, a scowl on my face. No longer able to stand the obnoxious attires and the mocking smiles of scums. Peeta held his ground, smiling and waving at them.

He only stopped when the train stopped at the station, blocking up from their view. "Who knows?" he said. "Some of them may be rich."

My body seemed to freeze as I took one last sip of the now-luke warm hot chocolate. That's when I realized, I had misjudged him. Not that I can read people well.

Which made sense, if I could I would've known that his father visiting me, offering to help Haymitch only to challenge him and now, waving and smiling at those slugs. He had a plan in mind.

He hasn't accepted his death yet. Peeta Mellark, the boy who gave me bread was fighting hard.

And that terrified me.

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Hey guys! sorry for the long wait! Had to take a break!

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[detectivehannibal]

31 Weeks

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Hannibal Lecter x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None

Requested by: @chuuulip​ 

Word Count: 1,153

“I see you found my secret stash,”

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A groan echoed off of the walls as you moved through the house, waddling like a penguin along the way. This was the most casual you had been in a long time, considering your jeans and buttoned pants didn’t fit anymore. For now, elastic band sweatpants and t-shirts would have to suffice. You had been given strict instructions to lay low at home until it was time for your baby to be introduced to the world.

So, here you were. 31 weeks pregnant, in the middle of the night, and somewhat miserable. Your back ached, your belly was extremely risen, your feet were swollen, and you were so HUNGRY. It was apparently a myth that pregnant women actually had to eat more, but you were convinced your appetite had doubled in the last several months.

Hannibal was being very supportive during this, waiting on you hand and foot for your every need. He was sure you were getting the right nutrients to be supplementing a healthy and happy baby. He was so beyond ecstatic to have a little one on the way. While your developing tot wasn’t exactly planned, Hannibal was still over the moon that you were pregnant.

He was very careful and cautious of what foods he put into his body and it had sort of rubbed off on you in 3 years of dating and 2 years of marriage. He was sure you were getting the right nutrients to be supplementing your healthy and happy baby. Still, pregnancy had proven a challenge for you because you had a craving for things you hadn’t eaten since you were a kid.

It was 12:01 AM on a Friday night and your unborn child was kicking like crazy. It was impossible to get any shuteye with two human feet whacking inside you, so you decided to pad downstairs until the kicks slowed. You had one hand on your lower back and the other on your belly as you entered the kitchen with a sigh. Although this pregnancy was exhausting at times, you were loving every minute of it. How could a mother not enjoy the precious moments of their growing kid?

You flipped on the light switch in the kitchen, the hum of the lights illuminating the room. Normally, you never went through any of the cabinets, drawers, or anything in the kitchen. Hannibal didn’t even let you in the kitchen while he cooked until you were married. However, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to rummage around on the off chance he had some snacks laying around. Your chances were slim, but you decided it was worth a look.

You searched past salt shakers, breads, fruits, vegetables...then low and behold you saw a sight you never thought you’d lay eyes on in the Lecter household. You took the unopened, paper-like package in your hands and stared at it for a few seconds. It didn’t even feel real. Why the hell did Hannibal Lecter, master of fine culinary arts, have Goldfish crackers in his pantry?

Your mouth watered as you raked over the cartoonish image on the bag. You tore and peeled the bag open, the foil on the inside was just as it was when you were younger. You reached into the bag and popped a few in your mouth. Why were these the most delicious things you had ever tasted in your entire life? There wasn’t much to Goldfish. You could eat 40 of them and not even feel remotely satisfied. Your snacking paused at the sound of someone clearing their throat from the doorway.

You looked up to see Hannibal standing there rather stone-faced but with an amused look in his eyes. You felt like a kid who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar...or the goldfish bag for that matter. You looked down briefly and then back to him;

“Hi,” You said quietly.

“Hello,” He replied with a grogginess to his tone; “I see you found my secret stash,”

Your eyes widened and you turned back to the cabinet where you had found your golden ticket snack;

“You have a stash?” You asked wondering what other sort of things he might’ve had.

He only smiled and approached you at the counter, closing the cabinet in the process;

“How’s our little girl doing in there?” He asked motioning towards your belly.

You took his hand and placed it on your bump so he could feel just how active your little one tended to be at night.

“She’s kicking,” He announced.

“Like a soccer player,” You added.

“It’s a good thing. It means she’s healthy and responsive,” He stated matter-of-factly; “I presume you gave in to typical pregnancy cravings?” He asked turning his attention.

You huffed out loud, thinking you were about to get lectured on healthy nutritious eating for you and the baby;

“Hannibal, I haven’t had one single bad food this entire pregnancy. I’ve ignored crazy cravings for seven months,” You said beginning to rant; “I’ve been consuming all my vegetables, fruits, prenatal vitamins, and that weird milk thing my doctor wants me to drink,”

A chuckle bubbled out of Hannibal’s chest. Maybe he had been pushing this nutrition thing a little too hard. He didn’t mean to stress you out or make you unhappy. He just wanted to be sure that you and the baby would be healthy at the end of your third trimester. After all, a few little snacks never hurt anyone. He took the bag from you, taking a handful of them himself. You looked at him in shock;

“I must say this is something I never thought I’d live to see,” You proclaimed.

It was obvious that even the fine and fit Hannibal Lecter had a taste for America’s favorite snack time fish;

“Actually, they’re often used as an accompany for various winter soups,” He said with confidence; “Also, everybody has their own favorite guilty pleasure delicacy,”

You hummed in affirmation, suddenly not feeling so bad about raiding his kitchen anymore. This was an odd scenario. Just you and Hannibal (as well as your daughter you were carrying) in the middle of the night doing nothing other than supplying a wanted desire. Who would’ve thought? Before long, the feeling of little baby feet going at it stopped for the time being, your call to get some sleep before she started back again.

“I think our spontaneous snack time is over.” You admitted, feeling slumber quickly approaching.

Hannibal nodded, closing what was left of the Goldfish and placing it back in the cabinet. He kissed your temple and ushered you along out of the kitchen and back to bed. After all, along with proper nutrients, a good night of sleep was also beneficial. For as long as you had another life to take care of and provide for, Hannibal would be there to help and guide you.

For how ever long it might be.

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(K)night in Black Armor (Part 10) – Spock (Mobster!AU)

Pairing: Spock x reader

Warnings: cringe, sexual references, sexist creepers in the street  (idk how else to put that but you get the idea)

Words: 3388

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Of course, by now you had gotten mostly used to the new world you lived in and the luxury in it. But the place, a restaurant, to which Spock took you today still amazed you like everything had on your first days outside the Stella.

“Is that a castle?”

“No”

“But it looks like one. I mean not the stony buildings but more a fairy tale castle” he raised an eyebrow “Hey look, they even have fish” you walked to the aquarium to watch the different fish “Hi there fishies. Your home seems amazing and you have such nice colors and extras in your tank”

“(Y/N)” you heard Spock and turned around

“Sorry” you trotted back to him and took his hand “Hi” you greeted the waiter who then brought you to your table “Is that your surprise?”

“Yes” you giggled

“Well I like it” you got up from your chair to press a kiss to his cheek before sitting down again. The waiter came back and introduced himself before he handed Spock a menu “Why don’t I get one?” you pouted

“This is the wine card, Ma’am. It’s enough if one person chooses the wine”

“Oh. But I don’t like wine. It tastes gross. Do you have beer? Oh or even better. I’d like a sex on the beach”

“I am sorry but we have neither”

“What else do they have? Spock?” when he didn’t reply you turned back to the waiter “Well what alcoholic things do you have? Or can I have a wine card too please? I mean, I suppose there might be other drinks on it too, right? Just one card for all the wine seems stupid. There really is no difference between all the different kinds of it.” he left and brought you one “Thanks” you flipped it open and scanned through it

“(Y/N)”

“Hm?”

“You should not have requested a second menu”

“Why?”

“As he has already explained only one person per table will choose the wine”

“What does it even matter? It all tastes the same” you wanted to place the menu back on your plate but you noticed that there was far too much cutlery “Uh Spock?”

“Yes?”

“Is someone else coming?”

“No, it is only us. Why do you ask?”

“It seems like they set the table for four or six”

“No, this is normal. You will use a different set of cutlery and a new plate for each course”

“Oh. But that doesn’t make much sense. One plate is enough. Okay maybe not for the dessert. Same goes for the cutlery.” you took one of the little forks and ran the prongs along the three wine glasses that stood on the right side of your plate, making you giggle “Hey look, I can make music” you tried to find out what easy songs you could play

“(Y/N), please stop”

“Does it annoy you?”

“No but this is not a place to do such things”

“Well then this place is boring” you picked up the drink menu again “I’ll just take a small aperitif” you shrugged. Soon the waiter was back and asked what you wanted to drink then handed you the menu for the meals. “Do I have to take everything? You asked pointing at the complete meals with several courses

“Yes it is customary to do so”

“But there is something in each meal that I don’t like. And I think I’ve never tried half of the stuff and never even heard of some things before” you pouted “I mean here I’d much rather have this vegetable soup with cognac than the carrot soup with coconut milk but not the rest of the meal”

“You do not need to eat the soup if you do not like it” you let out a huff and studied the other meals.

“What’s truffle?”

“A highly prized mushroom”

“So it is expensive?”

“Depending on the sort it is rather expensive” you let out a huff and considered the whole meal again

“I think I take this one. I want to try this mushroom” you looked at him “But… there’s meat with the main course… I don’t think you want that”

“You are free to eat whatever you want. You do not need to give meat a miss just because I am with you”

“Okay” you folded the card and put it on your table. You had no idea how you were supposed to eat this all, after all there were 4 courses and you probably had never eaten this much. Your drinks came and after touching glasses with Spock you drank your aperitif before you turned around to watch the fish again with a smile. “I like this place”

“This is good to hear”

“So this is a restaurant you usually eat? Is that rather your atmosphere?”

“More than a diner but I only eat here for special occasions”

“So this is a special occasion?” you felt your heart miss a beat when you thought how he could propose or something and started grinning stupidly.

“Do I need a special occasion to go eating with you and show you something new?” you shrugged.

“I think I need go to the toilet” you left the table and had to find your way to the toilets. You had never believed that you could be in awe because of a bathroom but now you were. If only you could take a photo, when you were done you looked around again, making a mental note to ask Spock if you could borrow his phone to take a photo. When you tried to tell the woman who had entered the bathroom shortly before you left how beautiful it was she looked at you like you were an alien. “Spock” you shouted when you were back in the main dining room and hurried back to your table, almost colliding with a waiter “Sorry” you shouted and plopped down on your chair “Have you seen their bathroom? It’s amazing and it smelled so nice like… I don’t know but usually, bathrooms at a public place have this typical bathroom smell but this one smells very nice”

“(Y/N)” he said “Please try to lower your voice”

“Right sorry” only now you noticed that there was something on your plate “What’s this? That can’t be my soup? Where does this come from? And more importantly what is this?” you eyed the red foam with the sprouts and the flower on it critically “is that supposed to be some kind of decoration?”

“No, it is simply an Amuse-bouche”

“That sounds French”

“It is indeed French and means as much as ‘mouth amuser’” you frowned

“Well we had exactly that at the Stella. Just instead of this weird stuff we’d just suck the cust-…”

“I think I can imagine it quite well” he said and you gave a shrug, trying to figure out how you had to eat this foam or mousse until you just picked up the spoon it was on and scooped it all into your mouth. You tried to determine what the red stuff was but you had no chance

“Do you have any idea what that red stuff was?”

“I am quite certain it was beetroot”

“Ah” shortly after your first course, the ginger-lemon curry soup came. You stared at the different cutlery but then saw that the bowl it came in had handles like a cup so you took it into your hands and drank from it. “Ah shit it’s hot!” you almost dropped the cup and pressed the serviette to your mouth. “And bwah, this soup makes my mouth go… whoosh. It’s spicy and sour and my taste buds are over challenged”

“I suppose that is normal when you try new food” you gave a shrug and spotted the right spoon for the soup, deciding to take this one to avoid having your mouth burned again.

“It actually tastes quite good after a while. But honestly, who comes up with these food? A hazelnut-risotto with leek? And why would I want caramelized goat cheese with a pear mousse for dessert? Has there been someone trying to use all the ingredients they had for a meal? Like they thought ‘Let’s just use all the leftovers we have’. It wouldn’t surprise me if they serve me sprinkles with my chicken breast filet. Or maybe even roasted onion and garlic in my lavender-caramel crème?”

“If you have not tried it you cannot know if it will be tasty or not” you gave a shrug and finished your soup in small portions because otherwise the unknown flavors really were too much. Not much after you were done, you got your salad.

“Is that a place for old people?”

“Why do you ask?”

“They included this foamy thing again” you said, pointing at the green stuff in the middle of the salad. “I mean is it not more work to mash the stuff? Why don’t they just mix everything together and make a puree out of it? Besides… why is the portion only so small? Sure it is nicely decorated but I bet the person doing this had longer than I’ll have for eating it. Food doesn’t need to look nice. It only needs to be good. Just take a good spoonful and put it on the plate. Maybe you can still include the flower at the top. But all the other knick-knack is not necessary. Or do they need to save money that they only give such small portions? But they look like they have a lot of money. I mean this whole place looks expensive, so why not serving a portion that justifies the price? If all portions are that small I don’t know if I can get enough food”

“If you still feel hungry when we leave, we can stop somewhere so that you can get something else”

“Hm. I’d actually really like a burger. Can we go to McDonalds? There’s one not too far away from the Stella”

“As I said, if you still want something to eat after we leave, we can do so” you gave a nod and smiled, staring at the different forks until you just picked up the biggest one and started eating. From the corner of your eye you noticed how some guests were staring at you, what confused you

“Everyone’s looking… did I do something wrong?”

“You could not know this but the fork on the farthest left is chosen for the salad” he held it up and you started to feel stupid. Of course it made sense to put the fork you needed first at the outside.

“Oh” you wiped the fork you had used on the serviette and took the fork Spock had showed you to eat the rest of your salad. It took a bit longer until the main course came but when it did you were a bit disappointed by the small portion again “So what is this truffle now?” you started picking up different things to show them to Spock until it turned out that the truffle was the ultra-thin cornflake like thing with a dark crust. You looked at it before eating it to determine its taste, only to grimace “That smells like dirt. Honestly, I could just eat a handful of dirt and I wouldn’t know a difference. How can that be an expensive mushroom?”

“(Y/N) please lower your voice or else people will look again” by looking around you could say that they already were doing that “You may just put the truffles aside if you do not like them”

“I mean they’re not not good but I can’t see why it is expensive. Maybe it’ll taste better when I eat it with the rest”

“That is the purpose of the truffle. It is often used for seasoning”

“Oh that makes sense. Although I don’t know how someone can want their meal to taste like dirt. Except if you are a worm” you giggled and again looked at the forks, deciding to take the biggest one this time, after all after this course you only had the dessert left and you couldn’t eat a crème with a fork.

“I hope you can enjoy it” Spock said

“It’s okay” you said “How’s yours?”

“What I have tried so was tasty”

“Good” you muttered and again had to consider which knife you should take and finally decided to use the bigger one. Since the plate wasn’t very full you had also finished this course rather quickly and the time you waited for the dessert seemed endless, so you went to the toilet again. Before you returned to the table you walked around in the room to have a look at everything because it fascinated you.

“Are you searching for something, Ma’am?” you almost winced and turned to the waiter

“Uh… no I’m just looking around here. That is a really great place. Everything is so beautiful”

“Why thank you” you giggled “Would you allow me to bring you back to your table?”

“No I’m fine. I know where to go” somehow you had a feeling that he didn’t like it that you were walking around so you decided to return to your table. “I really like this old style” you told your boyfriend “But also modern places like your house look great. But sometimes I think your place is a little empty. Because you kinda have no decoration or so. Except for the stuff in your private office and the painting in the living room”

“If you want you can buy something if you like”

“No. Because this is your house and you decorated it as you want best. I don’t want to put new stuff there that you don’t like”

“You are free to decorate your room with whatever you wish”

“Oh look the dessert is coming” you squealed and pointed at the waiter, impatiently waiting for him to put yours in front of you. “Thank you” almost instantly you dug into the crème and grimaced again “Bwah. Putting lavender in there must’ve been a mistake. It makes it so…. I don’t know… lavender is not something you should eat. It is only there for a good smell. In my opinion”

“I agree that its main use is in the cosmetic industry but it can also be used as spice”

“Well in a caramel crème it only does bad things”

“If you do not like it, we can swap desserts”

“What did you get?”

“Cinnamon ice cream with rum preserved plums and chocolate sauce”

“Oh that sounds pretty normal”

“You may have it if you want” you bit your lip

“But only if it’s okay with you”

“I insisted that we go here, knowing you probably will be surprised by some of the combinations. And you have expressed your wish to mix different meals earlier”

“Okay. Might be better if I eat it anyway. I mean you’re allergic to chocolate after all”

“That is why I requested the chocolate extra” he also handed you a small jug filled with chocolate

“Why didn’t you just say you don’t want chocolate if you were not gonna eat it at all?”

“It was more polite to request of the chocolate to be separated than to leave it away altogether” you frowned

“Doesn’t make sense to me because it means more effort but okay” you gave him your own cream before starting to pour the chocolate over the ice cream and the plums. Of course there was too much of the sauce so you decided to eat the rest of it later on. Oddly, you were mostly looking forward to this because you knew how chocolate sauce tasted. Of course you have had cinnamon before but never as ice cream. You knew rum and plums but not together. At least the dessert was good and you cleaned the plate with your finger, not wanting to waste anything before you wanted to eat the rest of the sauce

“(Y/N), no” Spock hissed and you looked at him

“Huh?”

“Do not do this”

“But there’s sauce left” you protested

“Please, this is not the place to do such things”

“Why? At the Stella we…”

“This is not the Stella”

“I’m not stupid, I know that. But maybe you should have thought about telling me how to behave in such a place before we came here…”

“I have assumed you would behave as you usually do when you are confronted with something unknown and turn shy”

“So you mean you liked me better that way? When I still was so in awe with ‘your’ world?”

“(Y/N), please”

“See? I’m embarrassing you and you just don’t know how to tell me” you had gotten louder but this time you didn’t care that people were looking and you just shot them a death glare.

“No, you are not…”

“Then why do you keep trying to shush me? I noticed that something was bothering you but I didn’t think that it could be my behavior. You could have told me in the beginning that I’m behaving ‘wrong’ instead of letting me make a fool of myself” you pushed your chair back and got up

“Where are you going?”

“Home”

“That is too far away”

“I meant the Stella. Because whether you like it or not, it still feels like a home. There I can be how I want and people love me” in your anger you knocked over your glass before you turned around and left, ignoring the waiters that were trying to ask you what was wrong. When you arrived outside you let out a huff and tried to remember from which way you had come so that you would find the Stella. Or maybe, if you just found a place that was familiar you could easily find your way there. You felt tears in your eyes and although you tried to hold them back they still started rolling down your cheeks. Of course you had not believed your relationship would be always easy. But right now you were certain that you could never fit together. The differences between the two of you just were too many. Maybe it was better if you went back to the life you were used to. Raising your head high, you marched away from the restaurant, heading towards the Stella. You had made it through two streets when you heard a whistle from behind. As always, you turned in the direction

“Oh look, she’s interested” three younger men stood against the wall, grinning at you

“What do you want?”

“Whatever you’re up to”

“No” you said, knowing what they meant “Leave me alone”

“Now, aren’t you interested at all” you raised your eyebrows

“How much would you pay?” they laughed and you used that chance to walk away from them but one of them caught up with you and grabbed your arm “Let me go!”

“No, no, let’s talk. If each of us gave you five dollars… would you do it?” that meant 15$ for you, which probably wouldn’t even be the worst deal. But then you remembered your boyfriend. That was, if Spock still wanted you.

“I’ve got a better deal” you glared at him, ripping your arm free. “Keep your money and fuck yourself” with that you ran past them into the direction you had come from. A part of you was kinda shocked after what had happened and not all your senses were fully functional. This was why you only heard the approaching car when it came to a screeching halt. Luckily, you managed to jump aside in the last second. Before you knew it, an instinct to run away kicked in because it was never good when a car halted next to you. This usually was shortly before something happened to one of your friends. And also in some movies people got abducted in vans. Although that was no van. Unfortunately, you ran right back into the men’s arms by running away

“Looks like you changed your mind, sweetheart”

“I said leave me alone” you heard a car door being slammed shut and with a gulp you tried to run away but the man stopped you by grabbing your wrist

“Where to so quickly?” just great. You were in big trouble right now.

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