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allroundvp · 28 days ago
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The Allround hydro cooler is designed to cool down the produce, especially carrots, before transportation. Hydro cooling dramatically increases the shelf-life of the vegetables. Allround is able to deliver hydro coolers that are capable of cooling vegetables and other produce from a very low volume, to very large quantities.
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newbusinessideas · 5 months ago
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Top 10 Small-Scale Food Dehydration Business Ideas
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Food dehydration is a process that helps in preserving fruits, vegetables and herbs and increasing their shelf life. Nowadays, the demand for processed and packaged food is increasing rapidly. Yes, people are paying more attention to healthy and natural foods. So, dehydrated food also has a huge demand in the market. Also, the market for dehydrated food is growing rapidly in India. According to…
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sweetbunpura · 1 year ago
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Leona, talking about the fountain as he gives a tour: So, he built it when his son was born-
Yuu: So, he built what is essentially a pretty thing to look at, but he couldn't have used that money towards better things? Like putting an effort into rebuilding the slums?
Grim: Henchhuman-
Vil: Could you be any blunter, potato?
Yuu, crosses arms: What? Oh and this whole "being one with nature" thing and allowing some of the natural resources to go untapped-
Kifaji: It's because we don't want to drain the land of what they have given us-
Yuu: No one said you were draining it. Just think of a more eco-friendly way of handling things. Leona said you guys have the greatest concentration of sunlight, right? Turn that into solar energy. Convert some of the heavy smog machines into ones that run on solar.
Lilia, hums: She might have a point...
Kalim: Wow, Yuu! You're so smart!
Yuu: Thanks. On top of that, it'll create jobs for people, especially those who work in high poverty areas. You guys can still be surrounded by nature without having to sacrifice nature for it. *Sighs* I'm done, sorry for ra-
Leona: Marry me.
Yuu: You get Grim in the process if I do.
Leona: Deal.
Kifaji: My Prince!
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aliesbienish · 9 months ago
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could please write a Paul x reader where the reader is super pregnant and is hungry all the time and eats the most random stuff and the pack teases her about it until Paul puts his foot down and tells them to back off
Thank you! I’m really enjoying the study of wolves🤍
Hi lovely anon, thank you for this sweet request - I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do x
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Recipe for Pack
There was no doubt who this baby belonged to, even in the womb. Since a few months into your pregnancy you’d been insatiably hungry, snacking continuously. Paul had always been the same, of course his excuse was his shifting. Unfairly that meant he got super hearing and strength while you needed to pee constantly and had nausea that rudely didn’t limit itself to the morning. So constant eating wasn’t an issue, it was the cravings that were becoming a hassle.
Paul, being a secret softie, had tried to cater to your every whim. Whether it was chocolate covered zucchini’s or melted cheese topped ice cream, he kept the judgement to a minimum. However these odd cravings did often lead to late night trips to the nearest 24 hour store located in Forks, a forty minute round trip. One particularly bad evening had him chauffeuring you 70 miles at 3am to Port Angeles, purely for a a chocolate milkshake and fries that got dipped into it. It was a miracle the machine wasn't broken.
But while Paul was nothing but accomodating, it couldn't always be said for the rest of his pack mates. Eating a hot dog with raspberry jam caused Jared to make vomiting noises. Adding leftover mash potato to a smore prompted Quil to question whether you needed a visit to a psychologist. Even sweetheart Seth made a quip that your cravings seemed like ingredients to a witches potion. Which was probably fair, as you munched on a buttered bread covered with rosemary.
But one comment, made sitting around Emily and Sam's dinning table took it too far.
Sitting with what to you seemed like a delightful combination of peanut butter and hot sauce bagels topped with orange slices, it was enough to elicit a groan.
"This seems to be getting way beyond normal now. I'm beginning to wonder if you are actually having these cravings or if you just like to make everyone else uncomfortable!" Jacob declared jokingly, but with your out of control emotions it was enough to stop you mid bite and feel shame.
"Right? I think next she'll just eat straight from the trash, it's not like she is far off!" Laughed Quil, causing laughter around the table.
Your eyes watered as you choked out "I'm sorry,"
"No, don't you dare apologise." Paul stated, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. "It's these morons who have no right to be teasing you." Turning to address the pack he gave them a hard stare. "You are all being absolute dicks. She's trying to survive extreme changes to her body, something we should be particularly understanding about, but instead your being rude and judgemental. If you all don't get your shit together and start being supportive then I will absolutely see if beating some sense into you in wolf form will help the process,"
The next evening you were all once again sitting around the dining table. The pack, showing their support, were all eating your newest and rather tame craving - chocolate covered bacon.
Sam got everyones attention and raised his fork in a toast "To our newest pack member,". The rest of the pack raised their own cutlery and echoed the sentiment.
This time the tears in your eyes were from happiness.
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steviewashere · 2 months ago
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It infuriates me so bad when people view a character like Eddie who lives in a trailer park with traits such as: unclean, rowdy, creepy, aggressive, etc.
Not everybody from a trailer park is like that. Yes, I can tell you with certainty, these people know how to fend for themselves. Yes, these people know how to cook. Yes, these people know how to take care of their hair and their bodies.
There's this, like, perpetual idea that Eddie uses only 3-in-1 because it's all that he can possibly afford. No, guys, I can tell you right now as somebody who came from an impoverished family, we could definitely afford shampoo, conditioner, and body soap all separately—these things are just not going to be top quality brands. I fucking hate the way people write Steve approaching him about it like all high and mighty about knowing how to properly take care of Eddie's hair, being thoroughly disgusted with the products Eddie uses, showing off that his products are 100% better than whatever Eddie's got in his shower. Like. Okay....if the 3-in-1 is really what Eddie is putting in his hair, then so be it? That's what works for him, that's what he can afford, that's all he has.
Or, like, when Eddie can't cook? That because he didn't have access to all these nice foods that Steve has: fresh fruits and vegetables, bigger containers of milk, non-canned goods, products in the freezer that aren't frozen meals; just based off of what he has, he seemingly can't cook. That he's not making real food just because it comes from a container and it's processed.
But like...my mom was on the WIC program when I was growing up. My favorite meals, which we called our struggle meals, were things like chili dogs on plain white bread because regular hot dog buns were too expensive. Or when packs of chicken were too expensive and pushed us over our limit, my mom would just pick up a pack of lil' smokies and fry them up and toss them in a box of generic store brand macaroni—just to make sure we had our protein. No, I'll tell you right now, we didn't get a ton of fresh produce; namely because that fresh produce was expensive by the pound. But I'd take home apples from the school cafeteria and use them for an after school snack with a bit of store brand peanut butter. And, like, sometimes the frozen meals were all we could get and so that's what we had—and we made fun with it, too, where we'd all pile up in the living room and we'd watch a movie from our local Blockbuster or Redbox machine and my mom would braid my hair while I had my Banquet's brownie. Kix was my favorite cereal growing up because it was, like, the only name brand cereal we could get with WIC.
Just because a food isn't fresh or name brand doesn't mean that it's not food. It's edible. And it tasted good. No, it wasn't always healthy, but we were trying our best. We were getting by. I loved when we'd go to the local food bank and find little containers of frozen peaches—or even better, when we'd find the holy grail within the last can of name brand Spaghetti-O's on the food bank's shelf. And we also had Meals on Wheels delivered to us, which cost us the tiniest bit, but we'd end up with house made salisbury steak with mashed potatoes or turkey with mashed potatoes and carrots—those were so easy to make after long days with extracurricular activities, or when we didn't have any other meal options.
Eddie can be appreciative of Steve's food, y'know. But having this constant idea that only Steve will know how to cook because he can use fresh ingredients or because the food Eddie had was gross and canned—I don't know, it rubs me the wrong way, I guess.
But like saying that Eddie smells just because he lives in a trailer is nuts. It's plainly crazy. If he doesn't have a washer/dryer unit, then maybe he knows how to do them manually or maybe he goes to a laundromat when he and Wayne find enough quarters in the couch. Or that he can't afford name brand hygiene products, so he just must stink. Or shaming him for using a cheap Axe cologne (because compared to something like Calvin Kleine, that's inexpensive) all because it's cheap.
I love a version of Eddie that knows how to fix things around the house because they couldn't afford plumbers or repairmen—my family was like that, too. You know how many times I've been able to fix something like a garbage disposal out of self-winging and spite? Or how many times I've unclogged a drain by using a handyman's guide or some YouTube tutorial? Yeah, Eddie probably does have these skills, and these skills are really useful.
Maybe he can't make top of the line meals, but he can make things. He can make hot food. That's important to him, hot food, I feel like. Programs like EBT/Food Stamps/TANF/WIC don't cover hot food items like the rotisserie chickens you may see at places like Costco—even though those would be so damn helpful for meal prep.
I think it's also just wrong and rude to make a pessimistic narrative about his clothing being older and used. Or hand me downs, god forbid. Those are well loved, well cherished things. He probably knows how to make a patch, how to stitch, he knows the best way to remove a stain from a beloved shirt. He probably is shopping at thrift stores for clothing pieces instead of constantly going to the mall for new things, and that's okay! You just have to get by like that sometimes! It's okay, too, if he has the same clothes as he did the year before in school—it's unreasonable to ask of a low poverty person to buy a whole new wardrobe just for the new year.
Parts of this fandom just completely dehumanize Eddie when it comes to him and Wayne being lower class people. They're trying their damn best to get by, that shouldn't be shameful. It shouldn't be shameful to live certain ways just because you can't afford the luxury of new and fresh and popular things. I think overconsumption in the modern age is bleeding into this fandom space and decimating the image of Eddie—this very real version of a person living in rural 1980s America—all because he isn't keeping up with things like Steve probably is; I often see the lifestyle Steve flaunts as praised and likable, while Eddie's lifestyle is mucky and disturbing and grotesque just because he's poor.
It's weird.
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undiagnosedcruelty · 4 months ago
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Felix’s Cookies Have a Side Effect
Pairing: roommate!skz x GenderNeutral!reader
Genre: Crackfic
summary: Felix’s cookies were supposed to bring happiness—not turn you into a walking, talking aegyo machine.
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Content Warning: light cursing, crack humor, cursed levels of aegyo, food-based magic gone wrong, secondhand embarrassment, and the emotional trauma of eating unseasoned chicken.
Word Count: 2k
A/N: I WAS PHYSICALLY HURTING WHILE WRITING THE AEGYO PARTS, PLS DONT ATTACK ME FOR THE CRINGE💔💔💔
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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION───NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO REAL LIFE EVENTS.
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You should have known better. You really should have.
The golden rule of living with eight chaotic men was simple: never consume anything without questioning its origins first. But when Felix presented you with a freshly baked cookie—eyes sparkling with excitement, dimples popping as he all but shoved the plate into your hands—you didn’t even hesitate.
Big mistake.
At first, everything seemed fine. The cookie was warm, gooey, and filled with just the right amount of chocolate chips. The moment it melted on your tongue, you understood why Felix had that smug, cat-who-caught-the-canary expression. The guy knew his baking could end wars.
But then.
It started as a tingle in your chest—subtle, almost pleasant. Then, a strange, fizzy bubbling sensation crawled up your throat, like soda pop had replaced your blood. Before you could even process the weirdness—
"Aegyo mode activated."
"Oppa~~~!" you whined, gripping Han’s hoodie sleeve with both hands, voice unnaturally high-pitched.
The entire room went silent.
Eight pairs of eyes locked onto you. Blinking. Processing.
Han, mid-bite into his own cookie, choked so violently he nearly fell off the couch. Changbin clutched his chest like he had been physically struck, eyes wide with sheer betrayal. Minho? Minho had already turned on his heel and was walking out of the room without a word.
"I—" you started, panic rising in your throat. But once again, the words that escaped your lips were not yours.
"Jisungieeee~~~," you cooed, latching onto his arm like a needy toddler. "I missed you sooooo much today! Did you miss me too~?"
A deep, horrified gasp left your mouth as your hands shot up to cover it.
The damage, however, was already done.
Han collapsed. Not in a dramatic way—no, literally, his knees buckled, and he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, wheezing so hard he could barely breathe.
"NO—NO WAY," he gasped between bouts of laughter, clutching his stomach. "WHAT IS THIS? WHY IS THIS SO CURSED?"
Seungmin, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone a moment ago, tilted his head and observed you like some kind of foreign lab experiment. "...Are you feeling okay? Did Felix poison you?"
"I DIDN'T!" Felix wailed, his freckles scrunching up in distress. He bounced on his feet, looking wildly between you and Chan. "It was supposed to make them happy! I put extra sugar and—"
"YOU DID WHAT?!" Chan groaned, already dragging a hand down his face, his stress levels visibly skyrocketing. "Felix, what the hell did you put in them?"
Felix pouted, shuffling guiltily. "...Uhhh. Maybe a little enchanted vanilla extract?"
Chan narrowed his eyes, looking like he was seconds away from deleting existence itself. " Where exactly did you get enchanted vanilla extract!?"
Felix let out a nervous chuckle, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… I found this one magic shop online? The sketchy one next to the convenience store?"
Chan’s face blanked. "Felix. Please tell me you didn’t buy cooking ingredients from a store that also sells cursed objects and possibly hexed jewelry."
Felix winced. "... It was on sale?"
The room exploded into chaos.
”I THOUGHT IT WAS A SCAM OKAY AND I WANTED TO TRY IT!” Felix said on his defense, his hands shooting up in panic.
Hyunjin dropped to his knees, laughing so hard he had to clutch the couch for support. Jeongin had his phone out, already recording like a TMZ reporter documenting a celebrity scandal.
Minho, who had initially left, walked back in just to shake his head at you in pure, silent disappointment—before promptly turning around and leaving again.
Meanwhile, you were suffering.
Your body felt possessed. Every movement unnatural, exaggerated—your arms automatically folding into uwu poses like you had been forcibly programmed into a kawaii anime character. Every attempt to speak came out in a ridiculous, saccharine tone, as if you had become a walking, talking aegyo machine.
You clenched your fists, desperate to fight it. "Hyunjin, you—" Hyunjin raised a brow, intrigued.
"...You're sooooooo handsome and talented~~!"
A beat of silence.
"NOOOO!" you shrieked, slamming both hands over your mouth in horror.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened. His lips trembled. He backed away like you had just summoned an ancient evil. "I—I don't like this. Take it back."
Seungmin was crying with laughter, clutching Jeongin’s shoulder for support. "I've never seen something so cursed in my life."
"Felix," Chan exhaled, pressing his fingers into his temples like he was getting a migraine. "How long does this last?"
Felix chuckled nervously. "Ehhhh… maybe a few hours?"
"A FEW HOURS?!" You collapsed onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow, your tiny, adorably furious hands gripping it for dear life.
Jeongin wiped a tear from his eye, still wheezing. "Wait—wait—so they're basically stuck in perma-aegyo mode?"
You lifted your head to glare at him. Or tried to. Unfortunately, your body decided to puff your cheeks out like an angry hamster instead.
Jisung lost it all over again, doubling over with laughter.
"I’m gonna die," Changbin choked, wiping at his eyes. "This is the best day of my life."
Felix, now feeling at least a little guilty, reached over to pat your head. "At least you're super cute?"
Your soul screamed inside your body.
Chan sighed so deeply it sounded like he was giving up on life. "Alright, Felix, you and I are figuring out how to reverse this."
Felix nodded furiously. "Right!" Meanwhile, the rest of the members? They were thriving.
Seungmin had already started editing the footage Jeongin took, adding dramatic background music. Hyunjin sat in a corner, staring blankly at the ceiling like he had just witnessed a full-blown exorcism.
Jisung? He had opened up a notes app and was typing every cursed phrase you had said for future blackmail.
From the other room, Minho’s voice rang out: "If this isn't fixed by tomorrow, I’m moving out."
Your life was ruined. And all because you trusted Felix’s cookies.
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Chan was a man of solutions—not problems. So, after gathering all the members into the kitchen, he stood at the center with arms crossed, looking like an exhausted single father trying to discipline eight feral children. His jaw was tense, his brows knit together, and his fingers tapped impatiently against his bicep as he exhaled through his nose. "Okay. We need to fix this. Felix, what do we know about enchanted vanilla extract?"
Felix, who had been nervously shifting from foot to foot, rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Uh… it's supposed to enhance positive emotions? Like, amplify happiness. But I think maybe… I added too much?"
"No shit," Minho deadpanned, cradling a mug of black coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from spontaneous combustion. He took a long, slow sip, his eyes half-lidded with pure resignation. "This entire situation is proof that I need new roommates."
Changbin, ever the problem solver, raised a hand. "So, what if we make them eat something really bitter? Would that cancel it out?"
Jisung perked up, eyes lighting with mischief. "Oh! Like how people shock themselves out of hiccups! Maybe we just need to surprise them."
Hyunjin gasped dramatically, placing a delicate hand over his chest like an aristocrat in distress. "We should SCARE them! Like… like drop a fake spider on them or—"
"Absolutely not." Chan shot him down immediately, the dad-mode in full force.
"Wait, wait," Seungmin interrupted, eyes gleaming with something sinister. "I saw this thing online where if you eat raw garlic, it resets your taste buds. What if we force them to eat something super strong?"
Chan turned to Felix with an arched brow. "How do we feel about this?"
Felix winced, looking like a puppy that had just been scolded for chewing a shoe. "I mean… it could work…? But if the magic is emotion-based, we might need something even stronger than just bitter food…"
"Like pain," Minho said casually, not even looking up from his coffee.
Silence. Everyone slowly turned to look at Minho. He blinked. "What?"
"hyung," Jeongin whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You scare me."
Before you could protest, Seungmin struck like a viper, shoving a whole spoonful of wasabi into your mouth without warning.
Your soul left your body.
The moment the fiery paste hit your tongue, your entire existence was reduced to a single, unrelenting sensation: PAIN. Tears instantly welled up in your eyes as a molten inferno exploded across your taste buds, searing every last ounce of joy from your being. Your back arched like you had been struck by lightning, fingers twitching violently.
The room went still. Everyone leaned in, watching with bated breath.
And then—
"Omooo, it's so spicy~~~!" you wailed, hands flapping dramatically like a wind-up toy. "My tongue is burniiiiiing~~! Oppa, save me~~~!"
Jisung collapsed.
Hyunjin face-planted onto the floor, muffling his screams of laughter into the hardwood.
Chan just dragged a hand down his face, looking like he aged ten years in ten seconds.
"Felix," he sighed, voice drained of all life, "get back in the kitchen. We need a Plan B."
After the failed wasabi experiment, Chan had officially had enough. He stood at the counter, gripping its edge like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity. His shoulders rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, the way one might prepare before dealing with absolute nonsense—which, unfortunately, was his life now.
"Okay," Chan started, voice firm, arms crossed. "Clearly, pain isn’t working."
"You don’t say," you grumbled. Or at least, you tried to. Instead, what came out was: "Aiyaaaa, I’m so tiiiiiiired~~~ Someone carry meee~~!"
Jisung had to physically hold himself up against the counter, face buried in his arms to muffle the wheezing sounds escaping him. Hyunjin, still recovering from the previous attack on his sanity, simply turned to face the wall, as if that would somehow shield him from the horror.
Seungmin, still recording, zoomed in on Chan’s soul leaving his body.
"Felix." Chan turned to him, voice dangerously calm. "We need a new plan. Now."
Felix winced. "Okay, okay! So if the enchanted vanilla is boosting emotions, we need to counteract it with something that suppresses them!"
Jeongin raised a brow. "Like what? Depression?"
Felix perked up. "Actually, yes!"
The room went silent. Minho blinked. "You want us to make them depressed?"
"Not like that!" Felix waved his hands. "Just… we need to feed them something that dampens emotions, kind of like a sedative."
Seungmin hummed, tapping his chin. "So… bland food?"
Felix nodded. "Exactly! If we give them something so dull that it cancels out the hyper emotions, maybe it’ll balance things out!"
Jisung perked up. "I have an idea."
Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the scent of… absolutely nothing.
Felix, Chan, and Seungmin had prepared a dish so mind-numbingly boring that just looking at it made everyone feel empty inside.
Boiled chicken.
Plain white rice.
Unsalted, unseasoned, completely dry steamed broccoli.
Not a single grain of salt in sight.
Han looked at the plate in pure horror. "This is evil."
Changbin poked at the chicken with his fork. "It’s so… pale. It looks like it’s never known happiness."
Hyunjin leaned down and sniffed it. "I smell nothing. This is worse than death."
Meanwhile, you sat at the table, arms crossed, pouting aggressively. "Hmph! Why do I have to eat this yucky foooood~~? I want something yummy~~!" Jisung physically had to leave the room.
"Eat." Chan shoved a spoon into your hands.
You glared at him. Tried to. Your body betrayed you again, making your eyes go big and watery. "Oppaaaa, feed me~~!"
Chan slammed his hands on the table. "EAT THE DAMN CHICKEN."
With great difficulty, you took a bite. The moment the flavorless abyss of boiled chicken touched your tongue, something shifted. Your fingers twitched. Your uwu posture straightened. The bubbling sensation in your chest fizzled out.
The room held its breath.
You swallowed. Slowly, cautiously, you opened your mouth and said, "That was disgusting."
Silence.
Then—
"IT WORKED!" Felix cheered, throwing his arms in the air.
Hyunjin collapsed onto the floor, hands covering his face. "Oh my god, it’s over."
Jisung was still laughing, but now in relief. "I was gonna have nightmares about that."
Chan exhaled the deepest sigh of his life. "Felix, never again."
Felix chuckled sheepishly. "No more enchanted ingredients. Got it."
Minho clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Let this be a lesson. Never trust Felix’s cookies."
You shuddered. "Never again."
Moral of the story: never accept food without questioning its existence.
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kaliforniahigh · 28 days ago
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Can we get A with Noah? If you’re still doing the alphabet thingy 🩷
NSFW Alphabet - 900 Followers Celebration!
A (aftercare) | 🔞 SMUT 18+ only! | Thank you for the request 💜
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Aftercare with Noah always shows how he knows you inside out. He knows what you need when you have a particularly rougher night in the bedroom. He knows what you need when things are romantic. And he knows what you need when you've been needy and craving him during the whole day.
The aftercare ritual consists in letting you rest for a few minutes in bed. At least until you can feel your legs - albeit sore - functioning again.
Even then, he makes the point of carrying you to the bathtub. He sits you on the toilet lid until he can get the water temperature just right, the way he knows you like. And the two of you spend the next 20 to 30 minutes just soaking together in the water.
Your back is pressed to his warm and sturdy front. And you drift on and off from sleep with the feeling of his rough - yet delicate - fingers dancing on your skin. Tracing absent and random pattern, and the eventual heart you can make out here and there.
After he dries you from head to toe, he takes some of your favorite moisturizer, rubs in between his palm to warm it up, and spreads it all over your shoulders and back.
He squeezes just the right amount. Just that little bit that has you wincing half from relief and half from a little pain.
One of his shirts and boxers are waiting for you, laid out on the bed when the two of you emerge from the bathroom.
He puts your head through the neckline, and you help him along the process with your arms through the sleeves.
"Stay here. I'll be back with something for us to eat, ok?", you nod in response and he gives you a kiss on the forehead.
Going down the stairs to the kitchen, he goes straight to the cabinet that holds everything he needs. He already knows you get hungry after sex. And he knows it's all junk food you want to eat right now.
So, he assembles an army of potato chips, chocolate, sour candy and soda. All set in a tray, he brings it back to the bedroom, and as soon as he enters, he can see you all comfy under the blanket, remote in hand and flipping through movies, trying to find the one.
Having sex with you is amazing. But this? He thinks this might be even better.
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eliasmelody · 3 months ago
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Flirt, Tease, Repeat!
(Oneshot version)
Tag: Luca x f!reader, Ganji x f!reader Warning: grammar & spelling, swearing
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Prisoner - Luca Balsa
The atmosphere was tense, Luca’s body pressed against the tree as he tried to stay as quiet as possible. The hunter was nearby, and every second counted.
Suddenly, Luca felt someone grab him from behind, pulling him. His breath hitched in surprise, and his body tensed. Before he could fully comprehend what was happening, a light brush of fingers against his neck sent a shock through him. Reflexively, his shock ability activated.
A zap of electricity shot out from him, hitting whoever had pulled him. You yelped, jerking back, but there was amusement in your eyes as you stared at him, a smirk already spreading on your lips. "Kinky~" You said, voice dripping with sarcasm as you rubbed your arm where the zap had hit.
Luca blinked, now fully aware of your presence. Face flushed, his eyes widened for a moment, clearly still processing the shock and the fact that he hadn’t seen you approaching.
"What?" He stammered, a little too caught off guard. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "What was that for?"
"Well hello to you too." You replied, acting entirely too innocent. "Just checking in on my favorite decoder. Didn’t think you’d shock me."
For a moment, you thought he was about to yell at you, but before he could say another word, you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. His breath caught in his throat as your body pressed even closer to him.
"Shh." You whispered, voice hushed but urgent. His heart started racing as the sound of footsteps echoed in the distance. The hunter was near. His pulse quickened, and the warmth of your body against his heightened senses.
Luca froze, his face turning even more red as his entire body stiffened under your touch. He could hear your steady breathing, feel your chest rise and fall against him, but all he could focus on was the proximity. His shock ability buzzed under his skin, but he couldn’t dare use it now, not with the hunter so close.
You kept your body low, careful not to make a sound. Every muscle in Luca’s body screamed to move, but he was paralyzed, knowing that a single wrong move could betray both of you. His hand, still hovering on the tree, twitched, but he held it still.
The sound of footsteps grew faint as the hunter passed by, and you stole a quick glance. Luca’s face was flushed, but his gaze remained locked on you, almost mesmerized by your proximity.
You pulled away slowly, grin never fading. "That was close, huh?" Your voice is light but still laced with playful mischief.
Luca cleared his throat, his face still flushed as he tried to hide the effect you had on him. "…too close." He muttered, still a little flustered, but the tension in his shoulders started to ease.
You chuckled, the mischievous glint in your eyes never fading. "Oh baby, not as close as I'm about to–"
Suddenly, the sound of another survivor hitting the ground echoed through the air. "Fuck," You hissed under your breath. You quickly bolted away, your full health makes you the only one who could rescue them now.
He didn't waste time, focusing on the cipher again, his fingers tapping lightly against the machine. But if you’re here, you could see the way his hand trembled just a bit. Maybe, the hunter's presence wasn’t the only thing that had his heart racing.
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Batter - Ganji Gupta
Pain throbbed through your body as the hunter slung you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You groaned, hanging there helplessly, dirt smudging your cheek as you muttered dryly. "Welp. Guess this is how I die. Tragic, really."
The hunter didn’t care, of course. They just tightened their grip and kept moving toward the nearest rocket chair. You let your head loll back, staring at the sky, already mentally preparing yourself for the worst.
Crack.
A sharp noise split the air. A blur whipped past your line of vision, fast and clean. The hunter staggered with a snarl, hit square by a cricket ball.
Your eyes blinked wide just in time to see him. Ganji. Calm. Steady. Absolutely not someone you expected to appear like some action hero.
The hunter reeled, momentarily stunned. And that was all the time Ganji needed. With quick, precise steps, he was at your side, bat raised and gaze sharp. "Hold on." He said, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
Before you could even respond, he caught your wrist and yanked you from the ground, setting you steady on your feet behind him. The electricity of adrenaline crackled through your skin, your heart hammering, stared at his back as he squared up to the hunter again, bat ready.
"Run!" He ordered firmly without looking back.
"Damn…." You whispered to yourself, breathless.
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The escape was messy, the hunter wasn’t happy about losing their first chase. But between Ganji’s precise hits and your very motivated running, you both made it to the exit gate, bruised but alive.
Ganji worked at the gate, his brows furrowed in quiet concentration, muscles tense as he forced the mechanism to budge. The distant sound of the hunter still lingered behind you both, but honestly? Your heart was racing for a whole other reason.
After all… he did just save your ass like it was nothing.
You leaned casually against the gate frame, nursing your wounds with a grin that refused to leave. "You know…" Your voice broke the silence, smooth and teasing "If you wanted to sweep me off my feet, Ganji, you could’ve just asked."
No response.
Figures.
Didn’t matter. You were already committed.
"I mean, really. Outta nowhere, bat swing, perfect timing, snatched me like I was worth a hundred points." You clicked your tongue in mock thought. "What even are we~?"
This time his hands did pause briefly on the gate handle. Ganji finally glanced your way briefly. His expression stayed neutral.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. "Aw, c’mon, I’m complimenting you here. Saving me and being all mysterious about it? Dangerous combo." You paused, glancing at him sideways.
Ganji cut his eyes back to the gate, unimpressed but undeniably listening. He muttered, rough. "You talk too much."
You grinned like you just scored a win. "And yet… you keep listening."
That earned you a low huff, could’ve been a laugh if he let it.
As the gate gave its final creak, Ganji stepped aside to let you through, silent as ever. But before walking past him, you leaned in just enough to murmur. "At least buy me dinner first~"
"Get out."
"Ouch." You said dramatically. "Wounding me deeper than the hunter ever could."
That earned you a sharp exhale through his nose. He definitely sped up his pace toward the exit like he was trying to outwalk your nonsense. But you didn’t miss the slight pink dusting his ears as he turned away.
Gosh, maybe you’d keep getting down on purpose if it meant getting saved like that again.
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Hello, I have to change the scenario cause it didn't fit in these two characters I wanna write. I hope you don't mind.
Thank u for reading! ♥️
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r0-boat · 1 year ago
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I had a thought
How would the kings or nobles (preferably Belial & Jjyu, Eligos, Gamigan, Leraye, and Ppyong) react to an MC who is absolutely CRACKED at claw/crane machines?
Like, just wins every single prize and empties the machines
(Is Ppyong considered a noble? Idk I like that red lumpy looking potato tho)
🦩 anon
Oh absolutely I would consider Ppyong as a noble though I don't know if you want the human version or the lumpy potato So I'm just going to do the lumpy potato and it can be a platonic thing
I will do the nobles you have listed there! Because I feel like the kings and the nobles would be a little too much!!
Anyways without further ado
Whb various react to crane claw master mc
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Crane claw machines work differently in hell than in the human world. But even with the less scummy practices of these claw machines It was still relatively difficult to get a prize.
Ppyong
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But not to you, who was so used to the limp and rigged claws of the machines back home. The Crane claw machines in hell were practically a cakewalk. The red lump devil stared at you with wide, gleaming eyes as you bagged every toy you wanted with ease. He almost wasn't sure you were human; you were some kind of superhero! He tried to tell everyone about your super human skills, so he did...
Your skills came in great handy one day when he got himself stuck in a crane claw machine. You didn't have to crane claw him out Satan could have just destroyed the entire box...
Belial is okay at the crane claw machine, but he's not that good. He first found your secret skill when the two of you were out and about on one of your special dates when it was just you and him. He signed or wrote that he wanted to win you something. After winning you a plushie of a horned cat, He got a glimpse of your skill when you used one plushie to knock another down, getting two and one.
Belial
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His lips parted for a second, trying the process because he knew crane claw machines were hard and even harder on Earth. It was not just an accident. Your moves were calculated.
He beamed when you told him that one was for him and the other was for Jjyu, who sadly couldn't make it because of his anger management class. His eyes lit up when he saw a Candy Crane claw machine. The two of you won every piece of candy from that machine before walking home with your goodies.
Crane claw machines are almost unheard of in Tartaros because the thought of losing money with no gain was nearly appalling. So when Eligos was walking through the streets of Gehhenna with you on the way to Tartaros and Saw that machine, He looked confused; it was a machine he had never seen before. And when you told him what it was and what it did, he was even more confused. Why would anyone want to risk their money for a possibility they won't get anything in return?
Eligos
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Even though the fabric of the plushies was cheap, and these plushies in particular were cheaply made, You saw him eyeing a pink bunny. Why not? You put in some of the money that man would sometimes gift you and play. You smiled as you fumbled a bit, pretending not to pick up the watched in all punching his teeth every time you failed, before finally, you picked it up, which he excitedly gasped an excited 'yes!' slipping out of his mouth.
Holding the bunny in his arms Eligos now understands the appeal of these machines.
Gamigin SUCKS at crane claw machines! And there's not a lot of them around in Paradise Lost to test his skills since as the ruler of Paradise Lost, Lucifer thinks they're unnecessary and a waste of money and time. "If you want something that bad, you could just buy it at the store."His adoptive Big brother would say. The Young Dragon thinks that Lucifer doesn't get the thrill of winning a prize that you want so much!
Gamigin
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You were on a whole another level. As you easily and quickly one three toys in one claw. He was speechless, Even though you moved so quickly each move you made seemed calculated. And you looked so serious too staring into the glass, calm and focused. Oh please teach him, oh great claw master! Teach him your secrets!
Extremely good at Crane claw machines. He has a good eye and is a lot smarter than what he lets on. So when he's bored he usually goes to an old arcade with games from either Earth or old games in hell when he's bored.
Leraye
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He likes your skills and he wants to challenge you to a crane claw battle. Whoever wins the most stuff wins! The winner has to do whatever the person says for a day. And of course you win crane claw machines on Earth were much harder than green car machines in hell and he stood no chance. He is now other than your friend and lover your crane claw rival He shall get better and beat you one day and then shower you with the gifts he had one.
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potato-sauce · 6 months ago
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Okay okay so I spent forever thinking on this and I think I got it ( @bad-luck-1243 )
Okay so hear me out what if it's still the time machine that gets Perceptor to warm up to Brainstorm right? BUT that isn't the ONLY thing that made this empurata Percy be like "yeah Brainstorm is valid"
Okay okay okay so in a follow up post I did (link below) i mentioned how Perceptor would be very VERY protective of bots seeing his work because the last time a bot saw his work and didnt like it his ass got empurata-ed. So what if one of the factors that led the time machine to being the turning point was the fact that Brainstorm didn't push him to show him his work? What if everyone treats Perceptor different because he's been empurata-ed for at least 4 to 5 million years because the empurata happend pre war? And then Brainstorm is the only one to treat Perceptor normally and not bat an eye about the fact that he has zero head??
I also mentioned that Perceptor would likely speak hand, so what if Brainstorm learned to speak hand for Perceptor? Or even better what if Brainstorm TAUGHT Perceptor to speak hand??? Its mentioned in the comics that everone knows a little bit if hand, so what if Brainstorm knew some, taught himself the rest/asked Megatron or Drift (who are both relatively fluent in hand) for help learning and THEN taught Perceptor?Assuming that Perceptor had his claws replaced with hands like Shockwave so he could keep doing science shit (which as the god of this AU I'm deeming it so).
Going back to the Perceptor doesn't share his work idea after the time machine thing when Brainstorm fully earns Perceptor's favor what if Perceptor would start to show him his work, like little by little. It would start with showing him the completed project or notes etc. And then slowly, very VERY slowly Perceptor would start to involve Brainstorm in his scientific process?? And whenever Perceptor would show Brainstorm he'd react like a mom being handed macaroni art like:
Empurata Perceptor: (holds up science paper that says new science discoveries)
Brainstorm: (squeals) THIS IS GOING ON THE HIDDEN FRIDGE
I am tapping my fingers deviously while sitting and writing this I am so all about this I'll definitely be thinking up more ideas to put into the idea soup that is empurata Perceptor >:)
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what-th3fucc · 2 months ago
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my favorite autistic ass mentally smart but emotionally stupid blorbos
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theres a rant under the cut 😭
no but hear me out
fungus is intelligent bc he can build machines and solve problems and/or equations but he has trouble identifying someone else’s emotions, as well as having issues with his own feelings
mr potato head is surprisingly resourceful and can come up with ideas using the things around him but has trouble controlling his emotions
allan can come up with plans on the spot and makes quick decisions but struggles to react to other people’s emotions and often doesn’t express his in a “normal” (neurotypical 😭) way
tech is literally just really smart. like he can build machines, he can plan, he’s competent, and he can think up things most people can’t. however, he doesn’t process or express many emotions (especially strong ones).
donatello is also pretty much as smart as tech, but he doesn’t really express his emotions in a healthy way. he mostly keeps to himself and ends up blowing up after bottling up his frustrations for too long
minion understands a lot about science and machines. hejust doesn’t understand certain feelings and emotions.
tails is once again rlly innovative and smart, but he doesn’t know how to be mature and subtle about feelings. but then again he’s like 8 so—
jinx can make her own weapons and inventions and plans, but is also traumatized and surpresses her emotions bc everyone she cares about either dies or is completely ruined 🤗 she’s also insane so her emotions are way out of whack
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allroundvp · 8 months ago
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The string grader is designed to separate smaller from bigger size produce. In a string grader produce rolls over the strings to the outfeed. Undersized produce falls between the strings.
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newbusinessideas · 6 months ago
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enatsu · 3 months ago
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\ 🌸 boueibu haikara! student council introductions 🌸/
the official boueibu twitter account released the character sheets of our new student council from the livestream! down below will be their names + seiyuu + character bios from each tweet!
these will be machine translated though, so take each paragraph with a grain of salt! i'll try my best to proofread the grammar as best as i can into english. ^^;
🔗 haikara defense club introductions
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⑦ 百目鬼 珠闘麗斗 | Doumeki Straight [CV: Maeno Tomoaki]
✿ A third year. The Student Council President. The oldest son of the prestigious Duke Doumeki estate, a noble family. He's been raised strictly since he was a child. He's the perfect boss, and has a lot of feelings for his subordinates. He meets Can and is given mysterious powers, thus forming the Bankara New Elite Corps. to drive out a world without order, and to aim for a world with righteousness and order.
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⑧ 乳頭 左門 | Nyutou Samon [CV: Azakami Youhei]
✿ A second year. The Vice President of the Student Council. A member of the prestigious Count Nyutou estate, an aristocratic family. He's not smart — is in fact at the bottom of his class — and instead has a muscle brained attitude. He uses the Japanese sword that was given to him as a gift, hanging it at his waist, when order isn't in place. Since he was a child, he served Doumeki, calling him his lord and adoring him. If you are with Lord Doumeki and follow him wherever you ago, you'll be set straight!
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⑨ 猫魔 祐 | Nekoma Tasuku [CV: Yamashita Daiki]
✿ A first year. The Student Council's secretary. A member of the prestigious Baron Nekoma estate, a noble family. The Nekoma Baron is a poor family in name. In reality, the Nekoma estate is a farm that grows potatoes. He's always plotting to overthrow, and gets easily annoyed with Nyutou's muscle brained thought processes when they clash. Has a bit of a complex that his status is the lowest compared to Doumeki and Nyutou's.
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⑩ キャン | Can [CV: Yasumoto Hiroki]
✿ A mysterious prairie dog who controls the Student Council. He was thrown away in a box of mandarin oranges(?), and was picked up by Doumeki. His favorite food is mandarin oranges. He says things like "CAN CAN YOU CAN", which sounds like the former president of some place.
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batwynn · 9 months ago
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I typically have a pretty healthy respect for farmers and their work, especially having lived on and worked on many different farms growing up. I've woken up at 4am to milk cows, feed chickens, chop wood. I've pulled more weeds than you can imagine, tilled rows, and run out in hailstorms to protect crops. But I can't seem to dredge up a drop of respect for the farms around where I live these days. Because these guys don't actually do anything, and yet have a serious attitude about how much of better a person they are because they 'work hard' and 'kids these days don't wanna work' yadda yadda. They've convinced themselves and everyone around them that they work like people used to work on farms. In the field, backs bent, heavy lifting, etc. Except, you know, they don't. Everything is mechanized, and more than half of the year is spent doing nothing at all while the potatoes grow/over the winter. Every step of the planting, watering, spraying, harvesting, and storing process is run by a machine. The tractors don't even need them to direct them for most of the process. I've watched these guys fart around on their phones and pick their noses for 6 hours as the tractor goes back and forth, only waking up enough to turn the thing at the end of the row. For what isn't mechanized, (kale) they hire migrant workers to do the actual work. Meanwhile, these guys drive around in their un-used-for-anything-but-driving pickup trucks, yelling about migrant (non-white) workers and people asking for 'handouts'. Ironic, of course, because every single farm up here gets massive 'handout' from the government for multiple claims of u w u growing pwoblems. These same people will pick apart every single thing that you do 'wrong' because you don't do it the way they do it. (Like have a giant bulldozer to clear their driveway vs a small snow blower) If that wasn't enough, these aren't the neighbors that I grew up with. These same people have the ability to help others, and won't. They pull up to you after 5 months of grueling shoveling and clearing the driveway of snow and say, "Oh we could have done that for you for $40." And then never offer to do it next year. They'll stand outside and crack jokes about how our house is going to burn down because of how we set up the pellet stove, but not offer advice. They'll happily run their generators and settle in during the bomb cyclone that turned off the power for over a week at -60º and not even question if they should check on anyone living around them. They're greedy, selfish, lazy, cruel people and they say the kids are the problem?
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gilverrwrites · 2 months ago
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hey there gilver!! me and you both love wally
so how about 🧹, 😴, and 🍕 please and thank you!
these prompt things are so fun I love them :3
take all the time in the world btw, your stuff is always worth the wait
🧹 Chores
Are they the one doing most chores in the house?
Yes. He complains about it on a semi-frequent basis, but he’s just faster at getting it all done.
Which chore is the one they dread doing the most?
Mopping the floors. He can do it fast as hell, but he can’t speed up the drying process, which is such a drag. Sure, he can zoom across the wet floors without leaving a footprint, but he doesn’t always want to be moving at superspeed.
Do they wash the dishes right after a meal, or do they leave them in the sink until it's impossible to ignore them?
He leaves them all. It’ll take him all of 5 seconds to do them all anyway, might as well do it all at once instead of splitting it up into multiple nanoseconds.
Do they have the dreaded "laundry chair" where they put dirty clothes on?
Yep, and laundry is another thing he doesn’t enjoy. It's the waiting once everything is in the machine that bugs him.
Do they make their bed in the morning, or leave it undone until it's time to sleep?
He leaves it undone. He could easily make it in the blink of an eye, but it’s one of those things that he just overlooks without thinking every day. It’s only gonna be slept in again later anyway.
😴 Sleeping routine
At what time do they tend to go to sleep?
I’d average out around midnight. Yeah, Wally likes going out with friends, and being a superhero means having a wild schedule. He often doesn’t come home until the early hours of the morning, however, on his off day, when he gets the chance, he likes to decompress, watching TV and eating many, many bags of potato chips for hours before tanking between 11-12.
Do they take anything to help them sleep ( medicines, chamomilles, warm milk... )? & How much does it take for them to fall asleep?
Nah. Wally is the kind of guy that can and will fall asleep the moment his head hits the pillow.
Are they a light or a heavy sleeper?
Heavy sleeper. He is gone to the world once his lights are out.
Do they snore, talk and/or move a lot while sleeping?
Light snoring, the occasional talking if he’s really deep in a dream. Absolutely non-stop restless moving though, his legs especially. Like when dogs are chasing things in their dreams.
Do they dream often? & What kind of dreams do they tend to have?
Lots of dreams about running, and nightmares about being trapped in the speedforce. He also dreams a lot about his family, and friends, echoing lives they’ve lived in other universes.
Do they prefer to be in complete darkness to fall asleep, or are they ok with a bit of light?
He’s alright with a bit of light in the room, so long as it’s not directly on his face.
Do they need the door or the windows open, or do they prefer them closed when they go to sleep?
Wally runs hot, so he likes the windows to be cracked a little in order to let in the cool night air.
What's their usual sleeping position?
He’s a side sleeper. He often wakes up cuddled into the person beside him or a pillow if nobody is available. This does result in his partner getting kicked a fair bit in the night, however.
Where is their bed? with a side against the wall, in the middle of the room... ?
For some reason, and I can’t pin point why, but I’ve always pictured him having an elevated bed, one side and the headboard against the wall. Something like the below image cause I don’t know how to explain it properly.
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🍕 Food breaks
Do they have set times for their meals, or do they eat whenever they feel like it?
Wally constantly. He’s got a high metabolism, gotta keep up energy.  
Do they have a proper meals everyday, or do they tend to skip or get just a snack for lunch/dinner?
He’s like a hobbit. Breakfast, 2nd breakfast ,elevenses, lunch, etc, with snack in between.
Are they a home-cooking kind of person, or do they rather get takeout?
Why not both? No, he does prefer home-cooked foods, but that won’t stop him ordering a pizza for supper.
If they eat at work/school, do they take time to prepare even just a sandwich at home before going out?
He always has food prepared/packed lunches for whenever he’s going to be out of the house for more than a couple hours. He always gets through it too.
Do they tend to have any make-ahead meals?
Yep. His fridge and freezer are fully stocked. It’s expensive work, keeping up with his stomach, so if he can save money by batch cooking, he will.
Do they tend to have leftovers?
No. If Wally ever leaves leftovers, you’ll know that he’s been body snatched. Or at least that something is wrong.
How often do they get fast food?
At least once a day.
How often do they go to restaurants?
Restaurants are more for special occasions, maybe once a month at most.
Mundane headcanons
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