#I refuse to stop frying food

[i-call-me-clarence]

TFW you learn to render beef tallow from suet because cooking oil prices are now out of your budget but suet cost 1$ a pound

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can you do Jared X reader where Jared thought that Kim was his imprint/soulmate but he is absolutely masken because when he mets the new girl he imprints. You can decide on the other details

LITERALLY NOBODY FREAKING ASKS FOR JARED CAMERON! PLEASE SHOW THIS BOY SOME LOVE JTS NO FAIR! HES A SILLY GOOFY!

I love her. I love her so much. Here I am, sitting in Emily's for lunch with my pack before we go train. "Jared, we know what it's like. You can stay with her if you want to, but stop saying you imprinted when you haven't." Paul chuckles, throwing a fry at my face. "I truly believe I did." I reply defensively. "You'd know for sure if you did. It wouldn't be, 'I believe'." Paul replies. "Guys, just let the man feel how he feels." Jacob groans, trying to enjoy his meal. "Yes, it would be nice if we could talk about something else." Sam rolls his eyes before taking a bite of his chicken strip.

My heart hurts. I know I imprinted. I love Kim so much. Maybe my bond is too strong for them to handle. I'll just say that. I know what I feel.

Your pov:

"Watch your feet." You hear your friend beside you. You move your arm up to grab another rock. "I'm trying!" You hyperfocus on your hands and refuse to look down at your feet.

You met your friend a few years ago. She's an adventurer and often brings you along with her. This is your first time mountain climbing. This is also your first time being in Washington state. "Dude! You're going to - !" You slip but quickly catch yourself. "Shit." You gasp.

You decide to move your eyes along the beauty of greenery behind you. You can see some of Forks. You two are closer to La Push bit where you guys are, you can't see the beach.

"Y/f/n, I'm getting tired. We need to take a break." You breathe out. Your heart is tired of thumping. You're starting to get a headache. "Here." She says. She moves closer towards you, attaching the clip of the descenders to both of you.

An hour or so later, you are sitting on a stump in the woods, drinking water. "Ready to go back to camp?" She asks. You guys rented a cabin near the reservation. "Yeah, we can. It's starting to get a bit dark." You check the time on your phone. "Want to grab some dinner?" She smiles while picking up all of the gear. "I'll look up places to eat." You reply.

Jared's pov:

"Baby, what's wrong?" Kim asks, kissing all over my cheeks. "Nothing, sweet girl." I smile.

Oh, I feel awful. What if they are right? I didn't imprint. The fact that I'm questioning it scares the hell out of me. I've done everything for Kim, and she has pushed away all she knows about the world to accommodate for a shifter. She knows too much to not be an imprint. This isn't good. I'm not so sure what to do. What do I do?!

Kim finishes her cup of coffee before placing it down and smiling up at me. "Thank you for the food and coffee. Ready to head back?" She checks her smart watch, texting back who I assume to be Emily. "Yes ma'am." I stand up and pull her chair out for her.

"Oh, no. We aren't from here!" I hear giggling. I turn to see two girls. They are standing at the desk talking to two waitresses. "It's crazy to see new faces here in Forks! Out of all of Washington, you travel here. Welcome! I hope it's everything you hoped for."

"Baby?" Kim jumps me out of my nosey eavesdropping. "Sorry, love. I was listening to them. They traveled here. I'm not so sure what's so special about here." I chuckle. Kim giggles, and we begin to walk to the door.

"Y/n, watch it." One girl says, grabbing the other girl's arm, but she still backs up into my side. "Oh, crap! I'm so sorry!" She turns and looks at me.

...................love, future, baby, adventures, butterflies.................

"Jared." Kim pulls on my arm. I look away at the floor. The guilt is eating me alive. I actually imprinted. I'm about to panic. I'm about to actually have a panic attack. "Once again, I'm so sorry! I hope you two have a good day!" She calls out. Kim waves at her with a smile before we reach outside.

"God, what is wrong with you, Jare?" Kim faces me in the parking lot near the truck. "I... I'm fine. Look, I'll take you home. I have some business to take care of with the pack." I huff and slam the driver door shut. I'm so angry with myself. I can't even think straight.

Your pov:

You can't stop thinking of that guy. He has a girlfriend, a fiance, or a wife. You refuse to be a homewrecker. She was so sweet and pretty. You feel like you're just blegh. "He sure was a cutie!" Your friend giggles while taking a bite of her burger. "Yeah, he was." You smile.

Why do you feel so weird??? You have never... your stomach is flipping. You can't eat right now.

You can't feel this way. You are leaving in two days anyway.

Jared's pov:

"Breathe, Cameron." Embry grabs my shoulder. Sam is trying to think about what to do. I can't think I can't breathe. I'm leaning over the counter, gripping.

Your pov:

8:00 pm

"You've got to be kidding me!" Your friend yells in frustration. The car you guys rented just broke down in the reservation. You can't see any houses where you guys are. The last one you saw was miles down.

"Do you know anything about cars?" She turns to you. "Bitch, do I look?-", you guys jump at the sound of knocking on the window. Y/f/n barely rolls down the window. "You need help?" A man's voice asks. "No, sir." You say out of fear. Your friend pushes your knee. "Yes, yes we do, please." She says. Ugh! You don't want to get killed in Washington. "I'm Sam. Not to sound creepy," he chuckles, "I usually walk down the rez with my friends to make sure everything is okay." He says. You see, four other guys come up. You notice they are all shirtless with a tattoo on their arm. You can't see the details because it's getting dark.

You see the guy from the restaurant. Oh, god. You feel better... "y/f/n." You whisper. She turns to you. "The guy at the restaurant." You whisper. She looks up and then unbuckles. You unbuckle as well. "We'll step out." She says. They back up. You grab your bag and feel for the pepper spray, the rape whistle, and the big ass knife. Okay, great. You open the door and step out. You look across the car to see the guy staring right at you. You look away quickly.

You and your friend get comfy on the grass on the side of the road. The guys are waiting on one of them to come back with tools. "You know, it's the people's we rented from job to take care of this." She giggles. "Eh, well, it's best not to pay for towing. I'd let them know tomorrow, though." One of them says. He's leaning on the side of the car with his arms crossed. "What's your name?" You ask. "Paul. Over there is Quil, Jared, and the guy who left to get tools is Embry." He says. For some reason, he keeps glancing at you.

You decided to do something. You stand up and walk over to Jared. "Hey." You awkwardly say. He looks up. You see the tail light of the car illuminate his face just enough to see his smile. "Hey." You take your hand out. "Y/n." He puts his hand in yours. You felt a shock. So much heat expanded through your body. You felt the connection, and it attacked your body, nearly losing balance. "Jared Cameron." He shakes your hand. You can see Quil standing there smirking at him.

Jared's pov:

Standing this close to my actual imprint feels like I'm floating in soothing waters. Is it bad I don't feel the pain of telling Kim earlier? I just feel peaceful, whole, happy.

"Where are you from?" I ask her. "Uhm, I'm from (your home). I leave in two days." Her words shatter my heart. I can't lose her. She can't go.

Embry pulls up in his truck. He stops behind us and steps out. "Got the tools. You girls need anything?" Embry asks. Her friend stands up, dusting herself off. "Honestly, we have a long ass day ahead of us. We are exhausted. Been up since six a.m." She sighs. "We can take you to wherever you guys are staying." I offer. Y/n looks at her friend. Her friend shrugs. "Yeah! That'd be great! Thank you!" She pipes up, but then she thinks. "I will ride with you guys and come back with you, Jared. I'll bring the car back to our camp." She says.

Your pov:

You are squashed in between Jared and your friend. You can feel his bare arm against yours. His muscles, goddamn. He's focused on the roads. "So, Mora Campground?" He asks to be sure. "Yes!" You answer.

Once you get there, your friend hops out. "Thank you, Jared!" She waves and leaves.

Jared backs up and goes back on the road. "So, who was that pretty girl at the restaurant?" You smile. He takes a deep breath in and exhales. "Uh, she is Kim. Was my girlfriend. I broke up with her today. She's a sweet girl. She didn't do anything wrong, I just, uh, didn't want to lead her on." He says uncomfortably. Now you feel bad for asking. "Well, I love the weather here!" You change the subject terribly. He smiles and glances your way.

A week later:

"Oooohhh, Jared texted you again!" She hands you your phone across the couch. You and her share an apartment. You and her work customer service at home. Her mom owns the company.

Hearing his name makes your heart jump. You open it up.

Jared: Are you able to take off for a week?

You: I can two weeks ahead of scheduling. Why so?

Jared: I may or may not want to buy you a ticket for you to come back.

You drop your phone on the couch face down. You turn to your friend. "Bitch..." You breathe out. She jumps up. "What? What?" You pick up your phone again. "Jared wants to fly me back out there and stay for a week." You gulp. She freaks out, jumping up and down and clapping. "YES YES YES!"

You: I don't want you to spend all of that money on me. I am more than willing to, though! Let me buy a ticket.

Jared: no. Let me. Where do you want to stay? Cabin? Hotel? You are more than welcome to stay with Sam and Emily! They'd love to have you and it'd be free. Lol.

You: let me see, love.

Jared: also, can you bring y/f/n? Ateara won't stop talking about her.

Another time skip 2 weeks:

Jared places your bag down on the bed. "I'm so happy Quil finally has a girl. Poor boy doesn't have luck with that." He chuckles. You look up at Jared, who stands above you. His dark brown eyes are calling you. "She really likes him. Also, thank you for everything." You smile and then wrap your arms around his neck. He's taken aback but then wraps his strong around around you. "I'm happy you're here." He whispers. Something really is between you two, and you don't know what it is.

Soft knocks on the door make you two pull away. There's Quil and your friend. "Hey, Sam said there's a bonfire tonight." Quil says. "Okay, bet."

"Bonfire? Fun!" You say and sit on the bed, unpacking your bag. "We sit around the fire, eat good food, play around, and the biggest part is we have the elders talk about our tribes legend." He says. You stop and look up at him. "But that's... I'm not.. I'm an outsider." You stumble your words feeling like you're intruding. Quil and Jared laugh and look at each other. "Don't worry. It's okay with everyone." Jared crosses his arms.

Bonfire:

"Seth Clearwater!" The young man in front of you shakes your hand. Jared stands next to you, never leaving your side. You have been meeting everyone else you don't know. "You hungry?" Jared asks. You look up at him and grab his arm. "I could eat!" You look over and see your girl and Quil making out. Quil seems nervous and not moving his hands much. You can't help but laugh. Jared sees it too and chuckles. "Damn. That was fast." You giggle.

You sit on the lawn chair in between Jared and Sue Clearwater. "It's crazy you came from (your home)! It's amazing to have you here." She smiles.

Billy Black starts speaking. He sounds very intimidating and smart.

Jared's pov:

I can see her listening. Her eyes never leaving Billy. I can't tell if she's taking any of this in. She seems to be in a trance.

She faces me after the stories, and everyone else stands up and talks. Her eyes are a tad bit wide, and she smiles. I melt. My god, her lips. "That was so cool, Jared!" She gasps. "Wanna know something cooler?" Oh god. Time to tell her. She cocks her head slightly and smiles. "Follow me." I stand and grab her hand.

We walk in silence toward the woods. I stop once I get a little far out. "What are we doing?" She giggles. I let her hand go and face her. "Well, the legends.. are true. I am a shifter. Me and all the guys. Sam is alpha." I lay it out. I'm nervous. "Show me." She says blankly. I back away. I take off my shorts. "I have to take off my underwear too..." I awkwardly say. Her eyes look up at the dark sky. I do that, and I shift.

I growl very lightly and step closer to her. She looks at me, and her face is in shock. She doesn't look scared. "So mesmerizing.." she whispers. She lifts her hand and runs it through my fur. "I have questions." She whispers again. I back up, phase back, and get on my legs. I get dressed and jog back to her. "Why are you telling me this? I'm confused." She says.

How do I say this? "Uh, remember imprinting?" I ask her. She slowly nods and then perks up. "Me????? I'm your soulmate?!" She squeels. I chuckles, nodding my head. "But wait, what about Kim?" She frowns. I sigh and rub the back of my neck. "I didn't know what imprinting felt like. I did love her, and so I thought I imprinted. Everyone who did kept telling me that wasn't the case. When I met you at the restaurant, I did. I had to tell her the truth." I look at her face slowly dropping. "I didn't mean to... do that to her.." she holds her stomach. "I feel so guilty. It's my fault." She whispers. "No, it's not like that at all!" I reach for her hand. She jerks back and runs to Emily's. "Shit." I run after her.

Your pov:

You say to yourself that you 'wrecked a relationship. I can't believe I did that.' You hear him behind you calling your name. You hit Emily's and bust through the door. You hope nobody saw because that'd be awkward. You go into the room and sit on the bed. You're out of breath. You can't believe this.

After a few moments, you hear knocks. "I'm sorry, Jared. I have to think for just a moment." You call out. "Y/n, it's Emily." You breathe out a long breath. "Hey Emily." You say, and she opens the door, sitting next to me. "Jared asked me to speak with you." She smiles.

She told you all about her and Sam and the Leah lore. It made you feel a lot better. Now, you want to give Jared a hug. She steps out, and you stand up going out to find him. He's already standing there in the hall. "Jared, I'm so sorry." You say and wrap your arms around him. "It's okay, my love." He holds you. You lean up and kiss him. He kisses you back instantly. You kiss him harder, pulling his body into yours.

He guides you into the room. You shut the door behind him, you guys not letting go or pulling away. You use as much strength as you can to push him against the door. He grunts but pulls away. "Not here. Not like this." He whispers, pushing hair behind your ears. You blush at how that came over you. Like damn girl. You chuckle and sit on the bed.

"I have a whole week before I leave." You sigh. "I don't want to. I want to stay here." You look up at him, fully trusting the bond. This is serious, and there's no other end but with him. Might as well not wait. Plus, being away from him even before you knew did not feel good.

His eyes widen, and he laughs a bit, "Really?!" He asks in disbelief. "Yes!" You smile. He tackles you on the bed, holding you. "I have my forever." He mumbles in your neck. You feel his warm breath.

"Want to go on a date tomorrow?" He looks up at you.

almost a month later:

"Babes, how'd we get here?" Your friend laughs while touching your knee. "Us knowing each other really did well. It worked in favor." You smile at her. She turns to look out in the yard. You turn too and see Jared and Quil roughhousing. "Babe!" You call out. Jared instantly responds to your call, making his way to you. "Yes, babylove?" He leans down on you, his hands holding the arms of the chair to hold him up. You lean in and kiss his lips quickly. "Ready to go home? I still have to unpack a lot of shit." You groan. "Shit, me too." Your friend says, walking inside Quil's house.

He smiles down at you and plants kisses all over your face. "I love you." He says. You grab his face and kiss him roughly. "I love you, too."

[viviennevermillion]

late night snack

✧ synopsis: you find your hungry captain in the ship's kitchen at 1am. you decide to have mercy on him and make him a meal.

✧ contains: luffy x gn!reader, ambiguous relationship (bc honestly luffy is so aroace-coded to me), cuddles, cooking as a bonding experience, 2.1k words

✧ now playing: johnny boy (instrumental) — santiano

✧ warnings: none

"Luffy, I'm almost too afraid to ask, but what exactly is it you're trying to do?"

It was the dead of the night and you originally just planned to make a quick trip to the kitchen and back for a glass of juice. After all, everyone was already sleeping and there were no disturbances in sight. Considering the plethora of instances that had you running away from marines or getting into fights with other pirates, that was a blessing to be fully taken advantage off. So you were looking forward to let the swaying of the ship on the waves lull you back into the land of dreams and find solace in the soft sound of light rain meeting the Going Merry.

But you found that when you entered the kitchen, you were not alone. And wherever your captain was, adventure was never far behind. This time "adventure" came in the form of a fire hazard frying pan with food in it taped to the kitchen wall with Luffy's rubber arm holding onto the wooden spoon. Luffy himself was standing on the other side of the room, his arm stretched all the way across the kitchen.

"Oh hi!", he exclaimed, happy to see you, then started to explain his current predicament, "well you see, Sanji refused to make me some food because it is 1am and I said 'Sanji, please' and he groaned 'make it yourself'. So I thought 'hey, that's actually not a bad idea!'"

"I don't like where this is going, but go on", you let out a sigh but could hardly be mad at him for the chaos he had caused in the kitchen, given the way he was looking at you with such a pure smile. "So, given that this was my first time cooking anything, my first attempt didn't work out as I intended to", he continued, "so I wanted to clean up the kitchen so Sanji wouldn't get mad, but you see, the spoon got stuck to the frying pan and I can't remove it even with my devil fruit powers." He still looked so carefree explaining this, that you couldn't help but envy him for his seemingly complete lack of stress and anxiety.

You stepped closer to the pan to see how he managed to get the wooden spoon stuck on it. You looked back and forth between the pan and your smiling captain, blinking in disbelief a couple of times. "I really don't get what I did wrong, I did exactly what the cookbook said", Luffy went on, "it said caramelize the onions-"

You stopped him right there, gesturing to the frying pan. "So let me just confirm this: you threw a whole fish and three whole onions into the pan and put caramel on it... and from the looks of it mozzarella?" Luffy nodded. "Sanji always said that being a chef also means you can be creative with the food you make and I thought that sounded really fun!", he stemmed his hands into his hips. "You look way too proud of this", you raised an eyebrow with concern written on your face, sending a silent prayer to whatever was out there to hear you. Keep my captain safe, never let him near a stove unsupervised.

You gently removed his fist from the spoon, hearing his rubber arm snap back to its natural length. "You're lucky you're cute...", you sighed and removed the pan from the wall, putting it aside with a slightly painful smile on your face, "this is a Sanji problem."

Even though you had a soft spot for him, or perhaps especially because of it, you felt the need to remind Luffy of the dangers of cooking with 0 experience. "Please be more careful next time... you could have caused a fire on the ship", you turned around to speak to him only to find he was no longer where he had been standing just seconds ago. You looked around the room and found him rummaging through the fridge again. "I'm still hungry", he pouted. You could even hear his stomach growling. For the sake of him and everyone else you decided it was better to not let him go to bed hungry and risk waking up to the final inferno that would annihilate all seas.

"If I make you something, will you help me prepare the ingredients and clean up the kitchen?", you sighed but you looked up in surprise when you found Luffy in your embrace, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug and pressing his cheek to your shoulder. "Yes, thank you, you're the best!", he exclaimed and you couldn't help but smile, wrapping your arms around your captain as well and running your fingers through his soft hair. His hug felt warm and comforting and you almost didn't want to let go yet, but reminded yourself that you had promised to make him some food.

So you went over to the fridge and the pile of ingredients that Luffy had already dragged out of it and checked what you could make with the stuff you had. "I suppose I could make some wraps", you reasoned and started organizing the ingredients. "Ooh, fill mine with lots of meat please!", Luffy was sitting cross-legged on the floor, rocking back and forth with excitement. "Sure thing", you smiled back at him and tossed him the salad. "Can you wash this and cut a few leaves of it into small stripes?", you asked and Luffy nodded, getting up from the floor, seemingly lost in thought.

"Right... it needs to be washed", he repeated slowly as if this had been a major enlightenment to him. "Good lord...", you whispered with wide eyes, shaking your head at the mental image of what could have happened if you hadn't prevented him from making another 'Luffy original'. "Also, I noticed the oil was still in the cupboard, did you not use it when you tried to fry your fish?", you asked out of curiosity. Luffy shrugged. "I didn't know you had to put oil, I thought any liquid worked." You took a deep breath. "What did you put?" "Ketchup."

Despite everything, Luffy did a pretty good job following your instructions; after all, he had properly cut the salad, tomatoes and pulled the ground beef apart. "Cutting vegetables is harder than I thought", you just heard him mumble and turned around to find him staring at you with helplessness in his eyes, holding up his bleeding pointer finger.

"Yeah that's my fault, I should have seen that coming...", you sighed and opened a kitchen drawer to pull out the bandaids. "There you go", you said after putting the bandaid on Luffy's finger. He looked down at his finger, now covered in a black bandaid with a pirate skull on it and you just quietly heard him mumble something about a 'battle scar'.

"Sunshine, I think the tomato clearly won that one", you raised an eyebrow, preparing the meat for the wraps on the stove. "There'll be a rematch", Luffy informed you in a motivated tone. "Sure, tell that to Sanji tomorrow, I'm sure he's going to think that's a splendid idea", you chuckled. "Yeah, I will!", Luffy smiled at you. You laughed and went on to show Luffy how to prepare the beef.

He looked over your shoulder with his chin rested on it, watching what you did closely. He seemed curious and fascinated by how different cooking worked from what he originally thought. You leaned your head against his and heard him yawn. Luffy wrapped his arms around you again, nuzzling your neck with his eyes closed. "Hey, don't go falling asleep on me now, you don't want to miss your meal right?", you reminded him and he yawned again, nodding. "Don't worry, 'm awake", he mumbled with a tired voice.

Having him cling to you like this, peacefully resting on your shoulder, made you almost disappointed when the meat was finally done.

"This is great!", Luffy exclaimed with his mouth stuffed full of food after you had handed him two wraps, "thank you so much for the food!" You quietly enjoyed your own wrap, smiling at the situation. Luffy had a way of making every encounter the two of you had one without regrets, even if it involved cooking at 1am. As long as he was happy, you were content.

After finishing your late night snack, both of you decided it was time for a small break so you settled down on the couch, holding Luffy in your arms. You were laying on your back, your head propped up by a pillow, while your captain was resting on your chest with a satisfied smile on his face. He looks so cute, you thought, playing with his hair.

Luffy let out another yawn and you soon noticed he was drifting off to sleep. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your embrace and you cupped his cheek gently, pressing a soft goodnight kiss to his forehead. This was the night you found out that Luffy was a sleep-talker. "...Meat", he'd mumble and you smiled, deciding it would be cruel to get up now to wash the dishes and risk waking him up. Maybe you'd manage to get up in the morning before Sanji would wake up. This is worth it, Sanji will understand, you reasoned with yourself with perhaps a little too much optimism, something you suspected may have rubbed off on you from Luffy.

"Back in Windmill Village, they considered me a meat philosopher", Luffy mumbled in his sleep and it took you two minutes to suppress a laugh.

This man is an experience, you bit your lip to hold back your wheezing, burying your face in your hands. You just had to ask him to elaborate on this once he'd wake up. You shook your head with a bright smile on your face. Your fingers started gently drawing circles on Luffy's back, causing him to try and snuggle even closer in his sleep. Once you had recovered from your captain's sleep-talking endeavors, tiredness soon caught up to you and you drifted off to sleep, still holding onto Luffy. It was a peaceful night indeed.

But the peace was never meant to last. Once the sun had risen, you wake up to an angry "Luffy!" echoing through the kitchen. Luffy's eyes fluttered open and he promptly sat up. "Oh, good morning Sanji", he called out with a happy expression, stretching his limbs. Your ship's cook had a threatening smile on his face. "Don't 'good morning Sanji' me, what the fuck did you two do to my kitchen?"

"I helped y/n make food", Luffy explained, proud of his contribution. "I can see that", Sanji grabbed the caramel abomination from the kitchen counter and held it up, "this pan is literally ruined." You sat up as well and raised your hands. "In my defense, this was all his doing. I wasn't here to prevent this."

Luffy looked at you from the side. "Ratting me out like this... I thought we were in this together", he pouted and rested his chin on his knees. "Nuh-uh", you shook your head, "I'm not taking responsibility for Satan's first edible plague... then again I don't think you can even call this edible." "Technically almost everything is edible", Luffy gave you a thumbs-up.

"Dishes. Now."

You got up very fast after discovering that Sanji was not messing around. That was the day you two got sentenced to dish-washing duty for the next 3 weeks. Originally it was supposed to be one week, but you may or may not have gotten into a foam fight with Luffy, leaving the kitchen in an even bigger mess.

"This reminds me of my job at Baratie. Good times", Luffy was reminiscing. "You didn't have 'a job', you had to do the dishes because you couldn't pay for what looked like your last supper", you reminded him. "And I only broke 5 of them", he proudly informed you.

You couldn't help but laugh, Luffy joining in not soon after. You were once again reminded why you would never regret joining this crew. If someone could make even washing dishes fun and make you happy like this, you'd be damned to not keep him in your life. Luffy was like the sun, brightening up each day since you had met him; even the darkest of them. He looked up and caught you smiling at him from the side.

"What's the matter?", he asked, smiling back.

"Just thinking about how happy I am to have met you."

[kiame-sama]

Lmao, I just had a thought: what we find out that Kalim is a genie and we "steal/claim" him jokingly for the supposed three wishes and Jamil gets especially mad not bc we stole Kalim, but because Kalim got "claimed" by us... idk I'm losing my shit over this thought. Especially if Jamil (who is a Naga if I'm remembering correctly) just wraps around us and refuses to let us out of his coils for hours bc he's jelly.

(I saw your post of which creatures ate humans and I thought that nagas would be on there, but I also had a possible headcannon? What if nagas just ate anything they deemed as prey? A rabbit wanders nearby: eaten. A deer: eaten. A human: why not? *nom*)

Also! Ortho is DEFINITELY a PLATONIC yandere, right? Bc even when people age him up, it just feels iffy to have him as a romantic interest bc I just can't see him as mentally anything above ten-ish. Not tryna be condescending or anything, I'm just double checking.

Last question (I think). How much processed or junk or street food exist? Like would the characters lose there shit over fried chicken and other fried foods? Tbh, I can see Ruggie swearing his loyalty right then and there after trying some Ramen or smth

Jamil would be beside himself with stress. Kalim is the WORST genie of his family and always makes terrible decisions when it comes to wishes. Almost all wishes granted by Kalim instantly turn bad even if the wish was simple. Jamil would be stressed about the idea of this clueless Human actually making a wish and he will put you in Coil-Jail for trying it. (Coil jail is being wrapped from lower ribs to ankles in Jamil's coils. Kalim is frequently in Coil-jail)

Nagas took part in Human consumption, but it was to a lesser and more infrequent degree than the main six species that were Human-eaters.

Ortho (and Grim for that matter) will only ever be platonic no matter what. He is baby boy and I refuse to see him as anything otherwise. He is baby and does not need to be exposed to naughty things. Everyone in NRC respects that Ortho is young and adult conversations stop when he is within 50 meters of someone (since that is his hearing range).

Junk/extremely processed food isn't a thing because Humans died long before they could become prominent enough to make such foods. But to hand batter and fry a chicken leg, letting the wafting aroma call in the ever hungry and faithful Gnoll, Ruggie would be swearing his undying loyalty and permanently pledging an oath to serve and protect so long as he gets more of that fatty-fried goodness. He will be learning how to cook that and he will be sharing all his gained cooking knowledge with Grammy Bucchi.

[judeyswife]

not what i’m looking for. — jude bellingham x reader.

genre : angst

word count : 800+

note : hii lovies, this is so exciting for me since this is finally my first piece of writing ill be posting!! it’s a bit short but i hope you enjoy my content and if you have any requests, feel free to send them to me :) i will soon publish a masterlist once i've posted a few writings! ps there will be multiple parts to this "mini story" !‏‏‎ ‎

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you’ve had multiple guys in your life to say they’ve had you head over heals for them. physically maybe. something held you back from dating ever since getting heartbroken by your ex. however jude gave you a different view of that.

you had met jude a while back through a friends birthday party. you’d both had seemingly been watching each other and asked your friend to put both of yall on to each other. it was funny coincidence to your friend seeing both of their friends already so desperately trying to catch each others attention. but that was the beginning of everything, something you were remembering today just like it was yesterday.

•

you had been studying for a test that was literally almost your entire grade, it could basically break or make your entire percentage for that class. not that it matters. but this was obviously something you were taking serious. * bzz bzz * the name on your phone brought a wide smile to your face. you caught it trying to stop yourself from getting all flustered and nervous and answered the call with a grin.

“hello?”

J: “hey beautiful, i’m near your place, up for a ride?”

Y/N: “what kind of ride” — it was normal for yall to to flirt like this lol.

you heard that thick deep chuckle radiate through the speakers of you phone. god you loved him.

J: “feelin’ confident tonight huh? seriously though, you free?”

Y/N: “um, i’ve got a few more pages to look over but i’ll just do it tomorrow, how far away are you?”

you were starting to get up and organize your notes as you put down your glasses you had been using.

J: “like 5 minutes”

Y/N: “mkay, give me a few to get ready”

he gave you a quick approval and ended the call.

you weren't underdresses but you wouldn't say you were overly dressed as you are wearing a pair of a leggings, an essentials hoodie, and a pair of uggs you slid on by the front of your door. basic white girl outfits are so cute to you when you hang around.

it was about 8:47pm when you saw some car's lights flash through your living room window. you grabbed you keys and purse and walked outside to meet jude.

you opened the car door door and sat down closing it while trying to warm up your hands as it was a cold outside. but you refuse to wear a jacket. jude always makes fun of you for it.

J: "hey, you hungry?"

Y/N: "very.”

you both sat in a comfortable silence as yall ate at a park near your house.

“this is so fucking good” you said while your quite literally devouring you meal you got from the fast food place. jude bursted out laughing trying to sneakily take a fry from your box. “hey, that’s mine!” you said slapping his hand away. he moved away eating the single fry he got to steal with a grin on his face.

you saw it drop.

“what’s wrong?”

“y/n i need to tell you something, but please don’t freak out, or anything. please.”

something inside you already knew what it was. but you rather stay delusional then believe it.

“i won’t.” — “so, i’ve been thinking and i just need to tell you.”

mhm.

“so listen me and one of my friends have been getting closer and we’ve been talking for like the past week and I didn’t really know how to tell you because i really do care about you but i just really want a girl who’s trying to be in a relationship with me. i know we’ve gotten closer but i don’t know if I can do this talking stage anymore, you just aren’t what i’m looking for .”

you could hear a pin drop.

what the actual fuck.

“so you just did it behind my back disregarding my fucking feelings?” — “y/n it’s not like that i swear-”

“don’t fucking lie to me just to protect me, what the fuck is wrong with you bro” — “i didn’t want to lose you.”

“if you didn’t wanna lose me then you would’ve thought about that before you started talking to her behind my back.” — “i’m sorry.”

you just laughed. sorry. so fucking hilarious.

you picked up your food, shoved it in your bag and walked home. you thanked god for not living to far away from where you lived.

when you were a few blocks away you realized you weren’t crying. but you felt this heavy feeling in your heart. your gut. your head. you would’ve never expected this from the sweetest man you met.

i guess what they say it’s true. the nice ones are the worst ones.

that’s when you felt your eye well up with tears.

you entered your home as a different person than the one you left with.

[plants-are-fun]

”it’s ok, just eat”

TW: ED!!!! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THIS!!

I have struggled with this in the past and it comforted me so hopefully it can do the same for others

toxic mom(same), toxic personal trainer

shitty writing

heavy angst, fluff, semi happy ending

Bf!chrisxEDgf

small use of y/n

Chris’s pov

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i don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Every single time we went out to eat, y/n would pretend to eat. She would slide her food around, cut it, even offer me some, but she would never actually take a bite.

throughout our whole relationship she would be constantly tired and cold, but to be honest I thought that was just a woman thing. I wanted to have her in a car video, but she would refuse and her only reason was “i don’t want them to see me”. I didn’t push it, but that explanation never sat right.

as she started showing the desire to be in our videos, she started rapidly losing weight, but when I asked her about it she would just say it’s what her personal trainer had been working on. I should have pushed it.

so now, here we are in our minivan prepping to film.

“hey mama what do you want to eat?” I say going as matt pulls into McDonald’s. I look back and all she does is get red and start to fidget.

“it’s ok Chris I don’t need anything” She stutters. “Besides, if I were to eat I think that I would throw up. I’m so nervous”

“you need to have something to eat. These videos can get kind of long.” Nick says as he glances over at me looking worried. Matt nods.

“okay Nick just order her a dr pepper to make sure her blood sugar doesn’t crash” I look over to make sure that’s good, but all of the color previously is not drained from her face.

“U-um can you make it a diet?” She whispers.

I honestly just passed that as nerves.

After we got our food and we made it to a random parking lot, Nick passed out the food and may set up the camera.

“shit” she says

“what’s wrong ma?” At this point I am starting to get very worried.

“it isn’t diet.” She says. I look up at her and she looks like she could cry.

“it’s ok, I’m sure it’s not that big of a deal” I say obliviously. “Do you want a fry?”

she starts to stutter some excuse when Matt comes back in and Nick introduces the video.

After Nick starts some random argument with Matt I realize that something is seriously wrong. I can hear my girlfriends breathing start to get heavier and even her stomach growl.

“hey kid I can hear your stomach from here” I say handing her a couple of fries.

“I don’t want to take your food” she says

“it’s ok, just eat.” She takes a fry and starts to nibble on it. As Nick starts up on some dumb rant about his newest fear, I hear the car door slide open and running. Nick just stares at her in aw and starts laughing, but I’m already on my feet.

I run over to her as I hear gagging and heaving. I pull her hair back and rub my hand against her back.

as she comes back up all she is doing is sobbing and rambling apologies

“I’m s-so sorry I r-ruined your video I didn’t mean to I didn’t want to eat but I-i didn’t want you to ask questions! I’m sorry Chris please forgive me-“ I cut her off with a hug.

“baby what happened? Are you ok? What do you mean you didn’t want to eat? Do you feel sick”

I lead her to a sidewalk curb as she slumps over in exhaustion. She spills everything.

“my whole life my mom has always made me watch what I eat. She used to tell me to suck in my gut and all of that overbearing mother stuff. Then when I started dating you I had already not been eating much, but I really really wanted you to like me and I thought I was too big for that. So I cut back on my calories and went to the gym more. My personal trainer has been calling me fat. He says it’s for motivation but it’s just making it worse! Then when you said you wanted to introduce me to your fans, I just got so scared because I know how intense they are, so I stopped eating all together. But I didn’t think that it would backfire so much that I would ruin the video. I’m sorry Chris, I really am.”

she just leans her head against my shoulder and hiccups lightly.

I feel like the worst boyfriend ever for not seeing the signs. Sure, I’ve been busy, but only an oblivious asshole wouldn’t see the love of his life struggling so much.

“first things first, you didn’t ruin the video. Your safety is far more important. We also are going to FIRE that personal trainer. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize you were hurting until now. When was the last time you ate?”

“when we went out and I got that salad” my heart drops. “baby, that was 3 days ago…” she just starts crying again.

“it’s ok, let’s go get something light to eat. Maybe water based? Then we can go to the doctor, or get you a therapist.”

“ok” she whispers

“I love you so much baby” I say kissing the top of her head.

“we’ll get through this together.”

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eek I can’t tell if that was good or not but I’m too tired for anything else 😥

[oldwritingm]

hihi it’s the anon from the one req with the prime empire outfit thing :3 !! i was wondering if you could do something similar but with a reader who wakes up before them and makes them food ?? your writing is so munchable (positively)

Yaay good to have you back!!! I cannot express how joyous it makes me to know that people actually enjoy my silly scrawlings 🥹

Ninjago - Making Breakfast For the Ninjas

Kai

He is NOT a morning person

Definitely the type of guy to say “just five more minutes” like eight times before he finally drags himself out of bed

But when he wakes up to the smell of food…

And you’re not next to him…

He’s more than motivated to get up

He follows the smell into the kitchen, sighing to himself when he sees you at the stove

He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck

“Come back to bed, my sunshine.”

“You don’t want breakfast?”

“…keep cooking.”

He leans on you, half asleep while you finish frying some eggs and bacon

He’s still a little groggy while you eat together, but you can see him waking up the more he eats

You watch him carefully, watching for any signs that might indicate his opinion on your cooking

Polishing off his first plate, Kai blinks the rest of the sleepiness from his eyes

You make eye contact, both smiling softly

Your lips curl into a bigger grin when he asks for seconds

Still, you can’t help but tease:

“What about going back to bed?”

“Nah. I’m up now. Your amazing cooking has worked its magic on me.”

He smirks as you blush, grabbing his plate to get him another serving

Watching you, he can’t help but wonder how he got so lucky

Again, he’s not a morning person, but he’s discovered his new favorite way to wake up

Jay

When Jay wakes up, the first thing he does is check to see if you’re awake

He refuses to get out of bed unless you go with him, and he expects you to do the same

So when he wakes up and you’re not there, he’s a little offended

But then some worry starts to settle in

Did something happen? Surely that must be the case; why else would you break your routine?

Hauling himself out of bed, he hurries around the house, calling your name

He perks up when he hears your response in the kitchen

Dashing in, he stops dead in his tracks when he sees you alive and well, even smiling at him from your station at the stove

You perceive his worried expression, suddenly feeling a little guilty for abandoning him in bed

“Sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast.”

He sighs in relief, assuring you that he’s just glad you’re okay

He starts rambling about his dream he had, taking a seat at the table while you finished grilling waffles

He doesn’t stop (aside from a quick “thanks”) when you set his plate in front of him

But when he takes his first bite, he freezes mid-sentence

“…is it okay..?”

“Oh my Borg. Y/n. You beautiful savant. This is amazing.”

You smile giddily as he shovels the food down his gullet

When he’s finished, he reclines in his chair satisfactorily

“This absolutely makes up for getting up before me. But next time let me wake up with you, okay?”

Cole

Cole could sleep through a category 5 hurricane

He certainly sounds like one when he snores

So it’s no surprise to him when he wakes up and you’re not there

Actually, that’s what he’s used to

He’ll lumber out of bed and make his way to the bathroom, where he’ll find you getting ready for the day

That’s how you start your day: one a tad later, but always together

When he goes to the bathroom and finds it empty, he’s baffled

He stands there for a solid minute, waiting for the grogginess to leave his head so he can think clearly

Before that happens, he’s enticed by the smell of pancakes

He follows the aroma to the kitchen, where two of his problems are solved

One, he’s found you

Two, you’re making breakfast, so his hunger will soon be satiated

He stands behind you, placing his burly arms and his chin on the top of your head

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

“Pancakes. You want butter and syrup?”

“Mmmm. You know me so well.”

He stays by your side while you cook, trying to keep the drool in his mouth

You make him a high stack of pancakes, which you both know he’ll absolutely destroy

Before he even takes his first bite, he’s already complimenting your cooking

The compliments keep flowing while he eats, bringing a flattered pinkness to your cheeks

When he’s done, he lets out a dreamy sigh, placing his chin on his palm, admiring you

“My partner’s drop-dead gorgeous and the best cook in the world. Wakes me up with pancakes. Pancakes!”

“Only because you deserve it.”

You share a sticky kiss that tastes like maple syrup, which silently prompts you both to go brush your teeth and get ready for the day

Zane

Zane's usually the one to wake up earlier and get breakfast started, so you'll have to be really early if you want to surprise him

He assumes you're just in the bathroom when he doesn't see you in bed, so he shrugs it off and heads to the kitchen

He blinks in shock when he sees you already there, setting the table with omelettes and toast

He hurries over to you, reaching out to take the butter from your hands, but you dodge him

"Nuh-uh, you just sit down."

He reluctantly obeys

While you eat, you can't help but notice his curious glances at you

Eventually he breaks the silence

"Why did you do this?"

"Because I love you. I wanted to treat you."

His gentle smile does little to express how touched he is

You know he's a man of few words, so just having him finish his plate is enough to tell you he liked the meal

You grin proudly to yourself as you gather the dishes

He absolutely insists on helping you clean up, will NOT take no for an answer

While you clean up together, he gives you constructive feedback on your cooking

He figures it'd be more valuable to you than just compliments

And of course it is; he's basically a master chef, and you're getting free advice

Lloyd

For Lloyd, having you by his side when he wakes up is a 50/50 chance

Sometimes he gets up first, sometimes you get up first

So he's not exactly surprised waking up alone

What does catch his attention is the sweet smell of cinnamon in the air

He breathes it in deeply, wondering where it could be coming from at such an early hour

Eventually he gets up to investigate, and to his surprise (and delight) there are fresh-baked cinnamon rolls on the stovetop

And who but his lovely s/o mixing cream cheese icing on the counter?

He leans over the pan of rolls, wafting the smell into his nose

The sound startles you, but you smile when you realize it's only Lloyd

"Good morning."

"Morning. Did you make these?"

"No. A bipedal horse dropped them off."

"Har-har. Well, they smell fantastic, love."

He practically begs you to let him help spread the icing

You later realize that he really just wanted to lick the spoon... and the bowl

You eat the rolls informally as you sit on the counter, not bothering to use plates

Your hands end up stickier than the rolls themselves

Giving up on licking your fingers, you finally decide to go wash up

While getting ready, Lloyd clings close to you, expressing his abundant gratitude

"The rolls were so so so good. Just like you; you're so good to me. I love you."

Apparently your gesture got him feeling all mushy, because you ended up spending the rest of the morning curled up together watching TV on the couch, receiving sporadic kisses on your hands and head

Nya

Nya likes waking up early, but she doesn't like to disturb you

She'll immediately switch to stealth-mode when she wakes up, silently slipping out of bed and into the bathroom

She doesn't even notice that you're not in bed; she's too focused on being quiet

She nearly jumps out of her skin when she walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge, only to hear your voice:

"Hey, I made parfaits—"

"First Spinjitsu Master, Y/n!"

"Pfff—sorry, my flower! I didn't mean to scare you!"

If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now

You decided to enjoy your yogurt parfaits while watching the sunrise

Spoon in one hand, Nya's hand in the other, you watched the sky grow brighter

Occasionally you would sneak a glance at your girlfriend, smiling to yourself at how beautiful she was, even after barely waking up

Little did you know she was doing the same

You continued to watch even after your parfaits were gone

Just as the sun peeked over the horizon, staining the sky a vibrant orange, you heard Nya say:

"I love you."

"I love you too."

She brought your hand to her mouth, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles

"The parfait was delicious. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Should we go get ready now?"

"Let's watch the sunrise for a little longer."

Thank you sweet anon for this marvelous request! And thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! <33

(divider by saradika)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cooking for myself?

I (22F) happen to be a very picky eater, partly due to my autism. I dislike most common food, and when I actually like a certain food, I tend to prefer it to be cooked in a different way than what people usually prefer. For example, most people fry liver just for a few minutes and call it a day, but I like it hard boiled instead and drink its water as soup. Also, I hate salt with a passion, I will avoid eating any food if the salt taste was barely noticeable, and I don't use it at all when I cook.

When I was younger, I would express my disgust clearly when I was offered something I didn't like, I didn't mean it as an insult, that was my way of explaining why I refused to eat it and was mostly met with "if you don't like our cooking then go cook yourself". It was frustrating to me because people insist I eat even when I clearly tell them I don't like it, and take it personally that I don't like it.

Now that I'm older, I stopped criticizing people's cooking and just try a spoonful before I decide whether I want to fill my plate, it doesn't always work though because sometimes they fill my plate for me and I try to eat it in silence if it turns out to be someone I don't like.

Anyway, I hate cooking with a passion and I suck at it, not to mention that my cooking is usually weird and only suits my taste. I also like to experiment a lot and try crazy combinations without a recipe, so sometimes I fail miserably and force myself to eat it because wasting food is immoral.

Whenever someone cooks at home, they always make extra in case anyone wanted to eat. I used to make extra in case anyone wanted to try, but they just taste and leave it, and it's a burden for me to finish all that food myself, because even if I like it, it's boring to eat the same thing for 3 days in a row. It's specially bad when the thing I cook goes bad quickly and I have to eat it in the same day or throw it away. And it's too frustrating when it's a failed dish that taste terrible and I have to suck it up and eat it.

I got yell at a lot for cooking "too much", so I decided to cook only for myself, just one person's portion, but then my family would want to try it, and get mad it's not enough for all of us, and I end up hungry because I have to share what little food I have. Sometimes I'd eat all of it before anyone finds me, but they know I cooked because of the unwashed dishes. My dad (55M) has complained numerous times about the fact I don't cook for them, and tells my mom how upset he is that I don't share. My mom asked me to count my dad at least whenever I cook something, so I started making just a tiny bit of extra food, but he always complains about everything and ends up refusing to eat it most of the times. The main offender is the lack of salt in my cooking, he's always complaining about that, but I just pass the salt for him. He doesn't like it and insists salt needs to be added at the beginning when the food is being cooked for it to taste good, but that would defeat the purpose of me cooking at all. He also complains about all the things I do differently, that my cooking is "wrong" when it's just done the way I like it.

Frustrated with the extra food and complaints about the way I cook, I stopped counting my dad whenever I cooked, sometimes if I could reach out to him before I start cooking, I ask he wants to eat the thing I plan to cook, most of the times he says no and it's a relief because I know he wouldn't like it anyway. If don't asks him and he know I cooked something and didn't count him, he gets upset.

My mother, sister and brother don't act this way, they know they wouldn't like my cooking so they don't ask me to count them, but if there's extra they just taste it from time to time and end up criticizing it to death. My dad is the only one who gets upset that I'm catering to myself, he says it's selfishness on my part, that cooking is meant to be enjoyed by everyone. I DO cook for everyone sometimes when my mom is away, but like I said before, I'm terrible at it and they don't like it either way even if I try to cook the way everyone likes it, and use salt, but nobody wants to eat it anyway and i'm forced to eat all the food because i'm the one who cooked it. My brother (15M) is a self taught gourmet chef and decides to be the one to cook whenever mom isn't home, so I stopped even trying to cook for everyone altogether and only cook for myself whenever I want to.

Tl;dr I have to cook for myself because that's the only way I can get something that caters to my taste, but I'm wrong for not making it edible for other people and for being a terrible cook. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[voraciousvore]

The Tiny (Chapter 5)

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Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! Extreme vorniness and masturbation

Word Count: 2063

------ Chapter 5: The Next Morning ------

Wriggling on my chest awakens me. My brain, still foggy from sleep, dimly recalls that I passed out with the human woman resting on me. She’s pinned under my hand. I curl my fingers around her and sit up in bed, yawning wide. The look of fear she gives me in response concerns me, so I attempt to mollify her with a disarming smile.

Gosh, she looks so cute and delicious, tucked in my fist. I instantly conjure up a sugary fantasy of sticking her on a towering stack of pancakes, slathering her with butter, and pouring syrup over the top. Or stuffing her into a breakfast burrito with eggs, cheese, and sausage. Her flavor is so versatile, she’d match up with just about any food pairing I can dream of…

My stomach grumbles eagerly with hunger. The woman blanches and shrinks back with a weak cry. My face drops and I shrivel up with embarrassment. I’m such an idiot. Did I forget I ate her last night? I just woke up and I’m already grappling with my cravings. It’s going to be a long day.

“Um… I’ll get some breakfast right away,” I mumble, too ashamed to say much else. I hop out of bed with haste, causing Jackie to lurch wildly in my hand. Oops. It’s hard to slow my pace when I’m so galvanized to fill my belly. I try to keep my strides smooth as I hurry into the kitchen. I plop Jackie on the dining room table to keep her away from me while I cook, so I’m not tempted to dunk her in the batter or fry her up with the sausage links. Even so, my mind lingers on her the whole time I’m preparing my meal, obsessing over her, gnawing on her.

I bring my plate, loaded with pancakes and sausage, over to the table and give Jackie a modest portion before demolishing my own. I know it would be best to restrain my gluttony around her, so as not to distress her further, but I can’t hold myself back as I shovel mountains of glorious food into my greedy, slavering maw.

I’m so desperately hungry, but the meal does little to satisfy me. I know what I really want to eat. My eyes dart over to the tiny lady alongside my plate. She hasn’t touched her breakfast, and refuses to go anywhere near my dish. She’s stricken white as a ghost. I’m strongly tempted to snatch her up and shove her into my mouth, to give me some temporary relief, but her terrified expression gives me pause.

I don’t want to hurt her again. I don’t want her to be scared of me. Instead of grabbing her, I scoop up her entire breakfast with my fork and swallow it down in a single gulp. I finish my meal with a sigh, patting my gut morosely. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I want a human inside me. I want that comforting warm fullness, the wriggling of live prey in my stomach. I want Jackie.

I need to physically separate myself from her, before I do something I’ll regret. “I’m going to get cleaned up and get some work done,” I inform her. I don’t ask for permission before I grasp her in my hand and carry her back to my bedroom. I’m getting a lot more grabby, more insistent, less controlled. I doubt she would’ve agreed anyway, but it troubles me that my willpower is degrading so rapidly.

“Stay here a moment while I go shower and dress,” I say, placing her on the bed. Hopefully it will put her mind at ease to be away from me for a little while, so she won’t feel so trapped—even though she is. She sits where I left her as I gather up some clothes and leave the room.

I seclude myself in the bathroom, struggling to reign in my legendary esurience. I turn the shower to scalding hot and boil under the stream. The droplets lapping my skin help to center me. I need to be strong, stoic, patient. I must maintain control. I think about Jackie, and my hand drifts down to my abdomen, then lower, to my groin. I stop myself with confusion. What am I doing?

I step out of the shower in a cascade of steam, dry off, and throw on my clothes. I comb down my hair and brush my teeth and look at my reflection in the mirror. When I’m all tidy and groomed, I look like a distinguished gentleman, not a terrible man-eating beast. I can only hope I won’t lose myself in my madness. Resolute, I open the door to the hall.

I’m about to return to the bedroom, when a scent trail hits my nose. I pause, a primitive hunting instinct scratching the inside of my skull. The predator in me is aroused, and my mouth waters in anticipation. I prowl down the hall into the living room, drinking in the scent with rising excitement. I follow the tantalizing fragrance to its source. She’s hidden from view, but I can pinpoint her position with exacting precision.

“Jaclyn?” I inquire, struggling to sound normal. “Are you hiding under the couch?” Although I don’t intend to frighten her, my rapacious side takes over and I lift the couch with ease to reveal my prize. She’s there, all right, crouching among the dust bunnies. She squeals and scrabbles across the floor on her rear, cowering with unrestrained fear, hands above her head. So feeble, so flimsy, like she could get blown away with a gust of breath.

I frown as my more rational sense returns to me. “You’re… still so frightened of me, aren’t you?” I ask with a tinge of despair. The answer is obvious, with her blatant response. There’s raw, visceral terror reflected in her eyes, the terror of a person staring down the hollow sockets of the rotted visage of death. She nods, her face shining with tears.

“Would you… feel better if I left you alone for a while?” Perhaps some distance would be best for the both of us. I replace the couch, careful not to slam it down, and walk away, leaving her in her hiding spot.

Melancholy and guilt seep into my heart. I’m not happy with this situation at all. I don’t want her to feel unsafe around me, to the point where she refuses to be anywhere near me. As silly as it may sound, I feel lonely and rejected, deeply wounded by how she views me. Secretly, I want to hold her, to keep her close and safe and happy. I don’t want to be a threat to her at all; I want her to trust me.

I understand, of course, that such a dream is absurd. She’ll never see me as anything more than a devilish brute. I go into my den and try to get some work done, to get my mind off my troubles. My projects occupy me for a little while, but a part of my brain is fixated on that tasty speck of a person under the couch.

I begin to fantasize. She’s not far away. She’s real—warm flesh and blood—and soooooo scrumptious. I could slink out of my office, over to the couch, snake an arm underneath, and seize her. She’d be terrified, writhing helplessly against my huge fingers. I’d slide her over the threshold of my lips, through my pearly gates of teeth to the squishy carpet of my sensitive taste buds. Ohhhhh, I can just imagine…

I catch myself and stop. I’m breathing heavily, moist with perspiration, my blood rushing through my head. I look down with disquiet. I didn’t realize in the heat of passion I had unbuckled my pants. My hand is wrapped around my big, hard, throbbing cock. Precum drips out of the tip like spittle into my underwear.

I freeze up. Am I… sexually attracted to humans? I had never considered the question before, hadn’t even consciously entertained the thought. Yet, when I think about eating that lovely, tiny woman… my heart thumps, my lifeblood races to my belly and crotch, an unbearable yearning ravages me... And I can’t deny that massive boner in my pants.

My stomach groans, as if annoyed by my neglect. I’m hungry again. I huff with frustration. Hungry and horny, what a wild combination. I stick my erection back into my underwear and button up my pants, face flushed. I wipe off the saliva dribbling down my chin with my sleeve. Ugh. I’m so wretched.

I need to eat again. I need to separate myself from this situation, before I fall to temptation.

I decide to leave the house. Jackie will be okay, sequestered under the couch. If she runs away, I will find her; I won’t let anyone else have her. I glance over to the living room furniture with longing tugging at my gut, before I tear myself away to shod my feet and leave. I drive to the grocery store to pick out some expensive meats. Even when surrounded by all the food I could dream of, Jackie never vacates my thoughts. All other victuals seem soulless and empty by comparison. I buy some thick ribeye steaks and return home.

She hasn’t budged from her hiding place. Guilt creeps up my throat as I recall eating her breakfast this morning, when I was unable to reign in my gluttony. The poor dear is probably getting hungry, but too spooked to request a meal. I make a tiny lunch for her, and a light sandwich for myself, pretending that she’s stuffed between the bread slices. I really ought to eat more, but normal food is unpalatable to me at the moment. I present her share to the floor in front of the couch with a bottle cap of water, not acknowledging the enticing presence underneath, and retreat to my study.

Any semblance of focus or work eludes me. I jerk off instead, daydreaming about all the nasty, unspeakable things I want to do to my miniscule captive. I don’t just want to eat her; I want to play with her, like a cat with a mouse. I imagine batting her to and fro between my palms when she runs across the table, before snatching her up. Using her like a toy, however I please. Savoring her in my mouth before swallowing her down. Perfect.

Her little face, disfigured with terror, surfaces in my memory. I stop, my dick still gripped in my sweaty hand. What kind of a sick man am I, to indulge in such warped perversions? Jackie doesn’t deserve such cruelty. Another wave of revulsion and guilt wrecks me, like a sailing boat buffeted by the sea and dashed to splinters on a rocky cliffside. I’m a disaster. I should be ashamed of myself.

I sit in my chair for a while, staring down at my exposed pork sword with humiliation, hating myself for what I am. I haven’t even touched my sandwich, despite the unrelenting ferocity of my appetite. I’m a contradictory mess. I want her to adore me, to match my own obsession with an equal fervency. Yet, I want to use her, to hurt her, to snuff out her life to satisfy my own urges. In my perfect fantasy, I could ingest her without killing her, maybe even with her as a willing participant, and still treat her with tender love and care, like the special, lovely little lady that she is.

But I can’t. It’s physically impossible. We’re incompatible. I choke on my own bitterness. I take the sandwich and hurl it into the garbage can beside my desk, tears threatening to prick my eyes. Maybe I should just get it over with. I can’t take this torture much longer. Just slaughter her and be done with it.

My blood curdles at the thought. I came so close to ending her last night. If I did that, she’d be gone forever. I’d be alone again—so agonizingly alone. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. My stomach whines and I pound my desk with my fist in an outburst of frustration. I pull up my pants and glance out the window. The day is evaporating into darkness.

Dinnertime.

Chapter 6

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 40)

Tw: like really bad sickness, doctors dismissing symptoms, general themes of hopelessness, shorter chapter than usual

Part 41

You were woken up by the feeling of fingers running through your hair and a presence right beside you.

You know it's Yves, so you snuggled deeper into him. Which earned you a kiss on the crown of your head.

"(Name)." You cracked open an eye and looked up to see Yves's kind eyes. Yves has changed his clothes that fit more into his usual style; a simple turtleneck and a pair of smart palazzo pants.

"It's time for you to eat, my dear." You struggled to sit up, but the pull of sleepiness proved too much for you. So, you flopped back onto him, latching onto his chest. Yves wrapped his arms around you again and buried his face in your hair.

You groggily told him that you're not hungry and you simply wanted to cuddle some more.

"We could do that after your meal." He mumbled, closing his eyes in bliss as well.

You said no, you wanted to bask in his touch now. Vibrations can be felt when he hummed in response.

"How spoiled." Hissed Yves with mock distaste. "But, I wouldn't have you any other way." He continued, softening his tone.

You grinned, feeling his hands rub soothing circles on your back.

"I will give you ten more minutes. Then, you must eat. Did I make myself clear?" You nodded, pressing your face against him. A chuckle reverberates through his ribcage.

You relaxed even more, and enjoyed the attention you were receiving. Whereas Yves had a lot on his mind.

It's been a day since he last stepped foot into the courthouse or prison, and he should be discharging you today.

Your family back in your home country still doesn't have an inkling of any idea about what you went through. While Yves is pleased that you're completely relying on him, it also worries him that your support system is practically non-existent.

Despite being possessive over you, he also knows that you're still young and a human, you need the presence of other relationships to develop healthily. Yves wouldn't want to shorten your life expectancy nor would he want to fry your neurons just because he was selfish during your formative years.

He also wanted that domesticity where you would introduce him to your parents, and it becomes his duty to charm them. Not that it's of any challenge of him to do so.

He twirled your hair around his fingers as he pondered the reality around him. He stopped when he heard a change in your breathing. You fell back asleep.

Yves sighed and rested his hand next to your head, Checking the clock in the room.

You're not physically starving, and neither is this a sign of some serious underlying cause. Why not let you rest against him a little longer?

He pulled the blanket to your shoulders before snuggling closer.

__

Mr. Jones lost almost everything when Evangeline let her mask slip that day. He lost his daughter and his wife; they fought and fought over the matter, where Mr. Jones mostly defended his little girl's actions. She refused to acknowledge that she was partially at fault as well, for not paying attention to Evangeline's behavior.

His wife demanded to get a divorce, and they were still living together in the same house. But sleeping in separate rooms. She would have moved back into her mother's home, but they had no space for her. Seeing that Mr. Jones is unlikely to hurt her out of rage, she stays until she can afford to start the process of separation and get her own place.

The legal fees for Evangeline devastated their combined savings, and both of them had to take up extra hours of work just to put food on the table. It's for the best, this limits the interaction between them at home.

Mr. Jones undoubtedly loved his wife, so it felt like his world was crumbling when she started looking away. He missed their morning talks, the love between them and their daughter. Tears were shed, but he had to keep them under control if he wanted to keep his remaining clients. Customers started dropping him after learning about his daughter's deeds, not wanting to associate themselves with a relative of a depraved criminal.

The ones who stayed are either clueless or not as concerned about their reputation. The company that hires him to work as a professional chauffeur is notably withholding customers from him, most likely due to them hearing about the case too.

The couple disagreed on everything after that fateful day, there were verbal fights daily and unbearable tensions between them. The house felt more like a concrete box with no air holes, so there were days Mr. Jones would even sleep in his car.

However, one day, there was something that they could finally agree on. And that is a beautiful gift hamper addressed to the Jones family.

It was from Yves, containing expensive wines, luxury chocolates, imported perfumes, an exquisite, living room display piece, a set of crystal glassware, and shiny jewelry. This sympathy gift was surely not cheap nor easy to put together, the items are either rare to come by or custom-made.

There was a sealed envelope inside, it made both husband and wife cry upon reading his printed letter with his name embossed onto it.

It said,

It has been a tumultuous time for all persons involved. I can only imagine the anguish you must have felt as parents. There will be differences between the two of you regarding this, conflict is to be expected. Despite what Evangeline has done, she deserves a whole and loving family. Please accept this as a gift of sympathy. Wishing you strength and understanding, with the courage to overcome the turbulence as a team. -Yves.

They embraced each other, forgiving for each other's transgressions and apologizing for their mistakes as well. Mr. Jones's wife retracted her request for a divorce and expressed regret for even bringing that up. Yves is right, they have to stay together for their daughter. Evangeline needs them more than ever, they cannot let the family fall apart.

Both of them felt the weight of their guilt crushing their bones. Yves is such a kind man for caring about their wellbeing although his partner is a victim of a horrible crime done by their child. It was such a nice gesture, they thought he had a heart of gold that withstood the blows of the steely mallet of cruelty. They wished so badly for this to never happened, they wished to make it right but they couldn't afford to. They had no idea how to. Especially when Yves filed for a restraining order against them shortly after.

So they carried on. Appreciating the goodies and savoring them. Among the pristine jewelry, there was a suncatcher with charming little gems woven in intricate patterns. Mr. Jones found it quite nice and decided to hang it on his rear-view mirror. It garnered quite a handful of compliments from his clients and friends alike. There is a gorgeous necklace that pairs well with all his wife's outfits, so she would wear them regularly and receive praise from her coworkers.

The piece of decor really helped to bring the living room together, the couple would catch themselves smiling at it, as the item reminded them of Yves's goodwill.

The glassware made the gifted wines taste better by elevating their appearance, they sounded delightful too when clinked together.

Eventually, his wife moved back into the master bedroom, the lit candles from Yves's basket smelled heavenly and relaxed their nerves especially when they had rough days at work.

They were enjoying them too much to connect the dots.

They thought the clumps of hair that fell in the showers were due to stress with all the legal shenanigans going on. The frequent headaches and strange sores that appeared around the chest of Mr. Jones's wife, and Mr. Jones's forehead were probably due to the immense pressure they were facing due to financial instability.

They worked long hours every day, so it made sense to feel fatigued and dizzy sometimes. Except it isn't normal to feel it almost daily.

The frequent vomiting and diarrhea must have been due to stress. It couldn't be from the chocolates, that were eaten weeks ago! The doctors told them that their weakened immune system from overworking made them susceptible to the most rudimentary of diseases. They're just unlucky to have caught a stomach bug from somewhere.

That explains the frequent fevers too, they're hindering their ability to work. Mr. Jones kept losing clients because they also fell ill with similar symptoms. He was double-masked, but nothing seemed to stop the spread of this mystery virus.

The tests showed nothing out of the ordinary for them, except the bacteria or virus of the illness they were suffering at the time. They felt horrible for thinking Yves had tampered with the food, especially after sending it to a lab for analysis to come back negative for any poisons or biohazardous materials.

They had their house tested for mold. Nothing. The husband and wife had to spend a weekend off to try and locate whatever was causing their prolonged sickness. They cleaned everything, from top to bottom, and eradicated every particle of dust in their home. Still, it persists.

The couple couldn't smell, hear, see, or feel anything out of the ordinary, it is making them go insane. They couldn't figure out for the life of them, what is slowly leading them to their death?

They're tired. Too tired to wonder why their electronics are glitching out and sometimes even shutting down randomly. Their cameras are weirdly taking fuzzy pictures, this is especially annoying to Mrs. Jones, when she has to scan a photo of a document only to come out distorted and illegible.

They're exhausted. Too exhausted to question the doctors who kept telling them that they were fine, they must have been simply too stressed. The only remedy was to stop working as much and worrying too much. Fully believing the couple would bounce back to full health when they heed their advice. Thinking that their immune system would regain strength to fight against the constant infections. The professionals were too busy, too apathetic to look a bit closer. To peek into the microscope once more.

They would have found unusual alterations in their red blood cells' DNA and white blood cell count. But they didn't, dooming the Jones to a terrible fate.

Mr. Jones kept forgetting his routes, stumbling over his words as he would experience bouts of confusion. Mrs. Jones would misremember where she put her important documents or the agreed time when she had to meet her supervisors.

The couple has lost a substantial amount of weight, they were ghoulish and sickly, finding it a challenge to even handle their own body weight. They're in constant agony every minute, and neither can sleep it off or ignore the pain, there isn't much they can do without knowing the cause of their misery.

But they kept going on. They have to for the sake of their family. For the sake of Evangeline.

The Jones only has a couple more weeks to find out what is causing these before it's too late. However, being this severely mentally and physically incapacitated led them to miss a laughably straightforward solution of buying a Geiger Muller Counter. Especially when Mr. Jones knew Yves has a strong background in mathematics and physics.

Mr and Mrs Jones held onto each other as they closed their eyes after retiring early for the day, praying that this wouldn't be their last night in this world.

[eyesofshinigami]

Three Little Words

Rating: T

CW: none

Tags: Established relationship, tiny bit of angst, kisses

Prompt: For @quinns-shadowy-arts "Love is saying 'I love you' even when you're scared"

WC: 1091

Written for @steddielovemonth Day 21

Three little words. 

Three little words that burned like acid on his tongue when he tried to say them. Three little words that he knew he felt, every single time his heart beat in a rhythm of Steve, Steve, Steve, but he couldn’t make himself say. It was just three little words. Three little words that he knew his boyfriend wanted to hear more than anything.

They both bore scars from those three, simple little words. Steve’s parents used them in a lofty, detached sort of way, trotted out for appearances just like the nice china. Eddie’s parents wielded them like a weapon, his father using them as an excuse for why he behaved the way he did. The old “I only do this because I love you” that Eddie learned very early in life had absolutely nothing to do with those three little words.

It had taken Eddie a very long time to even be open to the possibility of saying them to someone else. Even with Wayne, his father in everything but blood, never got to hear them out of his mouth. Wayne didn’t say them much either, had other ways to show it than speaking it out loud.

The problem was, Eddie really wanted to say them out loud. He wanted to croon them in Steve’s ear when they were pressed together in bed, or whisper them into his mouth during a good night kiss, or even whisper them into Steve’s skin when they were both shaking in bed from nightmares of the horrors they’d seen. His chest ached with it, but his stubborn mouth refused. 

So, he threw himself into showing Steve. Night drives together, cuddling in the van, making love in one of their beds until neither of them could stand it, falling asleep together after… all of these things painted the picture of what he wanted to say, but he knew it wasn’t enough. 

He needed to say them. He just didn’t know how.

“How do you tell someone you… you know…” Eddie asked one day when he and Wayne were sitting outside, smoking together. It was a warm, clear night, the stars winking above them. 

Wayne raised an eyebrow. “No, I don’t know. Mostly because I have no idea what you’re trying to ask me, son.” He took a drag from his cigarette. “Is this about Steve? Are you trying to break up with him?”

Eddie spluttered. The very idea made his heart feel like it was going to fall right out of his chest. “What the fuck, no! The opposite! I want to tell Steve that… you know…” Just say it. It’s right there. Just say it, you fucking coward. 

“Ah. You want to tell Steve you love him,” Wayne said after a moment. 

Eddie swallowed. “Yeah. I just… you know… can’t. I try to say it but it’s like my brain won’t let me.”

Wayne let out a sigh and stubbed his cigarette out in the ashtray by the bench. “I get it. Sometimes it can be hard, especially after what you kids went through.” He sighed, rubbing his chin. “But I think you should just try. Steve’ll get it.”

Eddie nodded, but it didn’t stop the angry swirl of his stomach or the burn on the back of his tongue. 

–

He waited until the next night, after he’d picked Steve up. They grabbed some fast food and drove out to the quarry, parking and opening up the van. It was another nice night, the half moon blazing bright in the night sky. Perfect night for a little romantic rendezvous. 

“This is nice,” Steve said, pulling out their burgers and fries. “It’s nice to be able to hear myself think after being around the kids all day.” He popped a fry in his mouth and then leaned over, pressing a greasy kiss to Eddie’s mouth. 

It should have been gross, but all it did was make that feeling in his chest grow stronger, the need build higher. Fuck, it shouldn’t be so hard, but Eddie was terrified. What if Steve didn’t feel the same? What if he used it against him, just like his dad had? What if, what if, what if…

“Eds? You okay?” Steve asked, breaking Eddie out of his spiraling thoughts. His brow was furrowed and the corners of his mouth were turned down. “Do we need to go?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to gather every ounce of courage he had. Three little words. That’s all it was. “No, I’m good. I just… I really need to tell you something.”

Steve kept frowning, sitting back. “Okay, I’m listening.”

“I just… Steve…I…”

“If you’re going to break up with me, can you please just get it over with?” Steve said sadly, folding his arms across his chest. 

“Why does everyone keep thinking that? No, Steve. I love you, why would I break up with you?” 

It got so quiet, Eddie was pretty sure he’d be able to hear a pin drop. That wasn’t quite how he’d planned to say it, but now it was out there. Nothing he could do now. “Steve?”

Steve looked back at him, pretty mouth dropped open and his eyes sparkling, just like the stars above them. “You love me? You mean it?”

Eddie felt his whole body soften. He could still feel them there, burning in the back of his throat, but that feeling was being overtaken by the way his stomach fluttered, how pretty Steve’s blush looked under the moonlight. “Of course I do. I just… those words are hard to say, you know?”

Fingers entwined with his own and pulled him close, Steve breathing against his mouth from where their foreheads were pressed together. “I do. Thank you for saying them. I thought so, but… you know I love you too, right?” At Eddie’s nod, Steve continued, “I didn’t want to say them first, either. The last time, it kind of blew up in my face, but… I’ve felt it for months now. You’re kind of it for me, you know?”

“I do,” Eddie replied, grinning so wide his face hurt a little. “I’m sorry I was scared to say it.”

“I was too. But now we don’t have to be. That was the hard part.” Steve closed that last little bit to kiss Eddie again, deeper and sweeter than the last one. It felt good. It felt right. It felt like nothing was ever going to be the same again, in the best way.

It felt like those three little words.

[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | maknae line + fluff

♡ fluffy scenarios with our chil maknaes ♡

(note: this is part two to the random fluff i posted with the hyung line last week. hope you enjoy. not as long as the other post, at least i don’t think, but most is still under the cut.)

jaehyun: you giggled, pecking his nose for the third time. you knew he was awake, but he refused to open his eyes, opting to pull you even further into him.

“we’re eventually going to have to get up, you know.” you say eliciting a groan from him.

“just ten more minutes.” he grumbled.

the thing is he already said that over thirty minutes ago. you laughed, knowing that when you tried to get him to get up again in the next ten minutes, he would just tell you the same thing. it was the first time ever that you had spent the night at jae’s house, and if anyone had told you that the same person who seduced you to go home with him after your first date, would be this same clingy cutie in the morning, you would’ve laughed. yet here you were, wrapped tightly in his arms, wondering if but hoping he wouldn’t let you go anytime soon. you softly stroked his hair, trying to pass the time, but it wasn’t long before you drifted off back to sleep. when you woke up, jaehyun was no longer in the bed. you could hear water running in the bathroom and thought to yourself that maybe he was finally ready for you to go home. you climbed out of his bed, searching for the clothes you wore to your date scattered on the floor.

“going somewhere?” you heard a deep, still groggy voice ask.

you panicked, standing straight up. “well…i wasn’t sure if maybe…”

he gave you a confused look, before climbing back into his bed and opening his arms. “you don’t have to go, you know. unless you want to.”

you stuttered this time, “are you sure?”

he shook his head, laughing shortly, “are you really gonna force me to ask you to stay?”

you smiled down at him, shaking your head no, before putting down your clothes and snuggling back into his warm, comfy arms. 

jungwoo: you weren’t really much of a shopaholic, but your boyfriend insisted on going to mall for a shopping spree on a random saturday morning. hand in hand, you walked up and down, in and out of the dozens of stores in the mall. jungwoo kept picking out outfits and shoes for you to try on and buying every single one of the ones you (and he) liked. you guys stopped in the food court for a little break, and you couldn’t help but feel a warm feeling in your chest seeing just how happy he looked getting to spend time with you doing normal couple things.

“are you having a good time?” you ask, taking a fry from the basket you guys were sharing.

he nods, biting into his sandwich, “of course. i love getting to spend time with you.”

you laugh, “you know we could’ve spent time at home together.”

“yeah but, i wanted to spoil you for a change.” he shrugged.

and spoiling you he was. you guys finished your food, heading toward the exit of the mall with all your shopping bags before he stops you.

“let’s go in here really quick.” he points toward a small, but luxury looking jewelry store. you follow him in as you guys browse around the shop. it was then that you saw the prettiest ring you’d ever seen in your life. he noticed you stopped, following your gaze to where it stopped.

he smiled to himself, “that’s really pretty. do you like it?”

you nodded, looking up at him “it’s so gorgeous. i love it.”

“me too.” he laughed. “come on, let’s go home.”

he tugged on your hand, getting you away from the ring and any thoughts that were circling in your head. little did you know he was only days away from giving you that same ring and making you the happiest person alive. 

mark: you set down the picnic basket as mark laid the blanket out on the grassy area you picked. you lowered your toddler down as you settled onto the blanket while your husband unpacked the goodies from the basket. it was family day and mark just happened to have the day off from his otherwise overpacked schedule, so you guys decided to spend it like a “normal” family. the sun peeked through the leaves of the trees, highlighting the matching brown hues of your husband and toddler’s hair. you smiled as he attempted to feed the young child who was too preoccupied playing with the toy mark got them for their third birthday a couple of months ago. he sighs, putting down the carrots on the plate and looking up at you.

“i should’ve never bought them that toy.” he shakes his head, making you laugh.

“now you know how i feel.”

he moves the child from his lap to the middle of the blanket, so he can get up and reposition himself so that he’s sitting behind you now. he wraps his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder as you both watch your child playing with his favorite toy. their nose crinkles up every time he laughs, and their eyes widen as their mouth makes an “o” shape any time they’re surprised, just like your husband’s. you were lost in thought until mark broke the silence.

“this is nice.” he whispers lowly.

you hum in agreement, “these are my favorite days. when we get to just spend time together like a family.”

he giggles, moving his arms so he can interlace your fingers together. “mine too.”

haechan: it was already late when you came over to haechan’s after he got back from dance practice. you had been there for over two hours now and the most attention he had given you was a quick kiss when he let you in. you were kind of annoyed that he invited you over just to ignore you to play games with his friends so you finally decided to leave and see him another time. somehow he heard you get up though.

“where are you going?” he questions, hearing you get up from his bed.

“home. you’re not even paying attention to me.”

he tells his teammates to hold on, taking off his headphones and swiveling around in his chair so he’s facing you.

“C’mere.” he opens his arms, calling for you.

you roll your eyes, making your way over and sitting in his lap. he wraps one arm around your back, as his other comes up to move a loose hair that was falling over your eye.

“i promise after this round, i’m all yours. so please don’t go, when i’m done, we can do whatever you want.”

you raise your brow suggestively, “anything i want?”

his eyes lower to your lips before coming back up to meet yours, “anything.”

“okay fine.” you smiled, attempting to get up from his lap, but he pulls you back down with both hands.

“no. just stay here, i’ll be done in like thirty minutes.” he says, spinning you both around in the chair and putting back on his headphones so he can finish the game. 

[mxgalodon]

Removing my food from its bag, I kept an eye on the beast as it played with its kin.

The week has not been busy, per say, but I still found this simple pleasure of eating dinner while watching my little one play to be relieving nonetheless. It seems that the workers have yet again forgotten my utensils, though...

At this rate, I should dedicate a spot to pile all the wooden sticks they keep giving me. Too thick to be a toothpick, too dull to be a knife. They vex me, but they may make for... passable kindling.

The little one and its friends ran circles about the shrine across the way, warbling happily. Their play was strange, but I was starting to understand the pattern.

It's like tag, but not quite... they do not speed up, cut corners, nor try to trick one another to get closer. In fact, they did very little to try and reach one another, and there wasn't a specific sprite they were trying to avoid. Almost as if they were emulating a train - all its cars running at even distance from one another, but not seeming to have any destination or purpose besides stops along the loop it is confined to. They looked very confused every time they stopped... then one would jump, start waddling about again, and the rest would follow suit like a string of ducklings.

The intention behind their play was a continued mystery. If there even was intention... perhaps they were like I can be - they see something moving, running, fleeing, and are compelled to give chase.

Only... they aren't like me. They are not instinctually, fundamentally destructive. They do not have a constant urge to consume everything in sight. They do not crave to hurt everyone for no reason other than to learn how loudly they scream. They just...

I don't know.

Their existence seems so peaceful to me. Simple and elegant, guided by instinct, but an instinct towards joy and reducing sorrow. What I would give to live a life like them.

The little one seems to have an inherent drive to heal those who are hurt - whether it be a minor ache or a bleeding wound, it runs to them and drenches them in healing sprays of water all the same.

I have also noticed water sprites in general like to congregate around me when I am nearby, which sounds great on paper, but... I don't envy Vengeance for having to deal with this constantly. I've tripped over the little things more than once. They don't get hurt, but it makes me feel bad... they just never seem fully aware of their surroundings, wander right in my path, and somehow always manage to do so in my blind spot.

But... their apparent disregard for reality may simply be my perspective. Like when I get too focused on a book, and the actions of others startle me, maybe they are seeing something else and focusing on that instead. Something I can not see, or do not know to look for.

After all, if they were so integral to those damned masks Daigo was... is making, there must be something more to them. A thought, feeling, or bond with existence that we have yet to know. The only way he thought to harness that was not to work with them as allies, but as a resource, as one does stone and wood.

A boy, considering himself a man, refusing the wisdom of others while playing with forces far beyond his comprehension... a story as old as time, and that always has the same ending.

I will not make such mistakes.

What was that phrase I heard Erik say one time... 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do'. No clue what Rome is, but the meaning of the sentence is clear regardless of that context. If I am to learn why they do things, the best way is to... well, do the thing. I'm in their home, after all.

After dinner, of course. I'm starving, and eager to try this 'stir fry' that the people who ordered before me suggested. Smells delicious...

[another-whump-sideblog]

Fixing Tracy -- Routine

TWs in the tags

Masterlist

She’ll figure something out. She just has to wait and gather information, and she’ll figure something out. That’s the plan. She has a plan, she’s not powerless.

She’s… she has to accept that she’s in here for the long haul. She’s going to have to find a new job when she escapes, and comfort Alicia after the stress of losing her sister and not knowing why. 

She can do it. She just needs to buckle down. No more crying and pouting and freaking out.

Tracy falls into a routine with Molly. They eat breakfast together in the mornings, Tracy usually letting Molly make it herself. There are chains attaching all of the pots and pans to hooks inside the drawers, now. She hadn't noticed, but Molly probably did it right after the time Tracy tried to use a frying pan as a weapon. The chains are long enough that the pots and pans can be taken basically anywhere in the kitchen, but not outside of it, which Tracy supposes makes sense.

Usually they eat in silence, but sometimes Molly talks a bit about herself.

“Would it help you settle in if you knew more about me? I keep forgetting I’m basically a stranger to you. Hmm… I’ve always wanted to take care of people, ever since I was very small. I’ve tried all sorts of things. I was a therapist for a while, a nurse for a while… I even did politics for a bit.”

“Then… why? Why wasn’t that good enough? Why’d you have to— why’d you kidnap me?”

“…that would just upset you. You know full well there’s no answer to that question that you would be happy with. Let’s talk about something else.”

After breakfast, they usually do something together, like watching a movie or playing games. Tracy does her best to be friendly and engage Molly in conversation in the hopes that she'll let something important slip, but more often than not Tracy just gets too frustrated with Molly to do anything but scream at her or be silent, and she usually chooses the latter.

After that, they have lunch. Molly is a good cook, and Tracy finds herself eating a lot more than she did before Molly kidnapped her. She ignores the gnawing thought in the back of her head that she hasn’t earned this, because she has no doubt Molly would find a way to force her to eat if she refused.

That’s… that’s taking comfort in being powerless. That’s what Molly wants. 

No, no. She’s choosing to eat so that she’s strong enough to fight back. She doesn’t have to earn food. Her needs aligning with Molly’s wants benefits her, not Molly. Her priority is escape, not defiance.

“How… um… how did you get me here?”

“You don’t want to talk about—“

“Stop that!” She’s already shaking with rage. Talking to Molly without screaming is impossible, sometimes. “Stop acting like you know what I want better than I do!”

Molly stares at her like a deer in headlights. “I… um… you don’t like it when I apologize. I’ll just… um, I waited until a night when you were alone in your apartment, then I waited until you were asleep, and then I brought you home.”

“I knew that much! I’m asking how!”

“Right. I… drugged you. I’m sor— nevermind.”

Tracy waits for her to continue, but she doesn’t. Deep breaths. “…And my stuff? All of my clothes are here.”

“Just packed it up in my trunk. And I took your phone, which you know, and your keys and wallet and stuff so it would look like you left on your own.”

So no one’s looking for Tracy. She deflates. It’s still information, though. She got some information. She’ll just ask a couple more things so that it wasn’t obvious she was fishing for that. “You had time to fold up all my clothes and put them in the dresser and closet. What the fuck did you drug me with?”

“You wouldn’t recognize the name of the drug. It only took a few hours to organize your stuff, anyway. I didn’t— it wasn’t dangerous, I promise. You were perfectly safe the whole time.”

Tracy jumps to her feet without thinking. “You only drugged me once? And it only lasted a few hours?”

“Yes. You’re so clever, figuring that out from what I said.”

There’s no sarcasm in Molly’s voice. It’s a completely sincere compliment, and it makes Tracy’s stomach turn.

A few hours by car could still be quite a ways away from her apartment, but… she’s probably still in the same state. She shouldn’t have too hard of a time getting home after escaping.

That’s what she was already assuming, but having it confirmed is still very helpful. She’s on a roll, gathering-information-wise. It… probably wasn’t actually a ‘jump out of her chair in excitement’ level discovery, and now it’s really obvious she was fishing for information relevant to her escape… but that’s fine. She can work with that.

After lunch, Tracy usually takes a nap. She hasn’t just been eating a lot more, she’s been sleeping a lot more, too, and she’s positive she’s being drugged despite Molly’s insistence to the contrary.

“…Please stop drugging me. You don’t have to, I’m not a danger to myself or others right now, right?” All she can do is ask. Molly is the one who stocks the kitchen, so as far as Tracy knows, literally all of her options for food are drugged.

“Dear, I’m not drugging you, I promise.”

“But I’ve never been this tired before! I’ve never slept this much every day, or napped, or anything like that! How could I possibly believe you’re not drugging me?” There’s a mortifying lump in her throat that makes her voice come out sounding more scared than angry.

“Tracy, dear… you averaged four hours of sleep a night before you got here. You were in survival mode, and your body saw no point in using its limited resources to ask for sleep. But now you’re safe. Now you can heal, and that takes a lot more energy than surviving. You’ll feel less tired as your body adjusts and recovers from the constant stress you were under.”

That sounds like bullshit. Tracy is positive she’s being drugged. 

After her nap, Tracy usually takes advantage of the little gym setup Molly made. It’s really just a treadmill, a pull-up bar, and a few yoga mats, but it’s better than nothing. Sometimes Molly joins her, but usually she just sits and reads while Tracy tries to build her strength.

Afterwards, they have dinner. Often, Molly uses the time while Tracy is napping to bake some kind of treat, so there’s usually dessert. Then Tracy showers, brushes her teeth, and goes to bed. Molly always offers to stay with her, and Tracy always refuses. She knows now that Molly will never fall asleep in front of her unless Tracy's restrained or drugged, so there's no point.

Time goes by so fast. Before Tracy knows it, her hands and black eye have healed, and she still hasn’t made any real progress towards escaping. She's even considered setting a fire to try and force Molly to let her upstairs, but there's a fire sprinkler system on the ceiling. 

Molly hasn't restrained or shocked her since the time Tracy tried to take the cattle prod from her. She doesn't seem to be looking for reasons to do either, and Molly never seems even slightly annoyed with Tracy no matter how nasty Tracy is to her. She genuinely seems to want Tracy to be happy, even if she's really, really bad at it.

Every night, before going upstairs to bed, Molly tells her she loves her. Every night, Tracy believes her a little more.

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So, I'm in a place right now where I cannot consume any alcohol, even in food. (Alcohol does not actually cook out of food, in case you have a similar restriction for health or religious reasons.)

My in-laws decided to serve rabo del toro after the point when I could no longer consume alcohol. They have had the oxtail in the freezer for a month. But they waited until now to serve a recipe which features an entire bottle of drinking wine as part of the sauce.

I googled to make sure, and then told them, in writing, that I'd like if they could try to substitute something else for the wine, so I could also have some of the rabo del toro. They said nothing in reply. I assumed, at that point, that they would not be substituting anything, and I'd have to skip the whole dish.

Okay. They do this a lot. They know I don't eat any shellfish and have responded to this by repeatedly buying and serving it and then acting miffed that I won't eat it, so why would this be any different?

My MIL asked if she could make chicken wings instead. I, politely, said no. I have seen how she makes chicken wings.

She brought up making me chicken wings four more times in the next 24 hours. She was, in her way, sorry; she was also, in her way, trying to make sure that she could tell other people that she'd tried to feed me but I'm very unreasonable and stubborn. After the fourth no, she said: "I'm just worried you're not getting enough protein!"

To which @the-gazpacho-ger said that beans and soy all have a ton of protein, and so do eggs, and I'm getting all of these things so please stop trying to shovel meat into my husband.

So they decided they were going to Play Nice and serve me something I could eat. Fish. Hake, specifically. I'm kind of excited. It's a type of fish I can definitely eat. Wonderful.

I go down to their kitchen area, and see that they've set up the sauce they'll fry the fish in.

It's full of in-shell clams.

Then, after Gaz points it out, I see a now-half-full bottle of white wine by the stovetop.

"Hey, is there wine in this?" Gaz asks.

"It was in the recipe," FIL says, already defensive in his tone. "I had to add it."

"Okay, but Fire can't have it even if it's in the recipe," and that starts a whole new round of But The Alcohol Cooks Out and No It Doesn't The Flesh Retains It and I Thought It'd Be Okay and We've Already Been Over This Multiple Times and Okay Well Sorry. We don't even address the clams because why bother, we've been over that roughly a billion times and they'll never listen and they'll never stop.

I'm still not over how we explained to MIL the fish I can eat (which all also happen to be kashrut fish) and how I explicitly cannot have shellfish because they're filter feeders (no way we're safe in telling them about our conversion yet). She smirked and said "What about shrimp?" and then walked away without waiting for a response. She then bought shrimp, which I have literally never liked even before I resolved to eat kashrut, and had herself a pity party when I told her I couldn't eat it. And so it goes.

I sit down to my dinner of potatoes and green beans.

"You're being very good about your food," my MIL says. "I'm so impressed."

This is her way of saying I've gravely insulted her by refusing her food.

I know this because she follows up by listing everything she's going to make for Gaz's birthday meal and I think maybe I'll be able to eat the salad, but only if she doesn't put any dressing on it because there's booze in the dressing. And then she says she's invited people over without asking us first. So I will get to sit there with a bit of dry salad on my plate while she pointedly says I'm being very good (picky) and how impressed (furious) she is with me, while I get to smell all the good smells of special homecooked meals I cannot touch and watch everyone else enjoy themselves.

Is there a prayer for this situation, Jumblr?

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(for december, or whenever you feel like writing for sun and moon) could i request some hcs/short scenerios expanding on sea salt like glitter sun/moon x reader relationship? I know you have brought that story to a conclusion but i think little things like maybe convos between sun/moon about reader, things the three of them do together after getting into a relationship, behind the scenes scenarios that we dont see in the original, and general hcs would be really cute :) its such a lovely story and i love the dynamic a lot so even table scraps would satisfy me lol love your writing and thank you if you respond to this <3

Thank you so much for this! I loved writing it and it was such a good time but it’s hard to fit everything it and be a coherent story. It was hard to pick what to put into the story and what to save. I hope you enjoy this extra story piece! Defiantly ask for more if you want!

Warnings: Exophillia, Mermaid x Reader, Cultural Differences, Mer Sun x Reader x Mer Moon, Poly Relationship

Sun loves to try human food, even though 9 times out of 10 he hates it. It’s always amusing to watch his fins flare out in offence and then spit out whatever you’ve given him. Cooked meat he can handle but even then, he prefers it raw. Moon thinks that Sun’s a weirdo but tries things in secret. He has an odd affinity for soy sauce that you think is hilarious.

Sun watched in horror as Moon took another huge bite of stir fry, picking out the beef and eating without chewing. You snickered from your rock, taking another spoonful and watching, content to let the two of them fight it out. You were taking dinner on the beach again and Sun insisted on trying your meal.

      You knew enough by now to pack an extra serving or two; you couldn’t tell if Sun thought it was a game or genuinely wanted to share some of your culture. It was probably somewhere in the middle. Sun had taken one bite and promptly turned to the side to spit it out. You laughed behind your own spoonful, watching Sun complain and Moon slide closer.

      Moon was never as interested to try your food as Sun but today he seemed more willing, taking a few sniffs before tilting the container towards his mouth. He refused to use silverware (Sun loved them) but he chewed thoughtfully, letting out a low hum. Sun turned to his mate, pout on his face and watched as Moon began to eagerly devour the meal. You were surprised, stopping your own chewing to watch.

      Logically you knew that the mers had to eat a lot, they were huge, but it was another to see them in action. Moon finished off the entire tupperwear in a few minutes, licking his lips and turning to you. You clutched your meal to your chest and he snickered, moving closer.

            “Salty.” He smiled as he spoke, poking you in the side. “More.”

            “Salty?” You echoed, letting him steal another piece of beef. He gave a pleased rumble, curling his tentacles around your legs. You snickered to yourself, giving the rest of the food to the mer. He brightened, rubbing your cheeks together briefly before taking your box. You couldn’t help but enjoy the irony; who knew mers would enjoy soy sauce?

You’ve been debating about getting a house boat. You don’t know if it’s a retirement plan or something else but the idea of being in the water with your boys is appealing. Part of you is still nervous about only being able to swim a little bit but you’re trying to learn. Sun and Moon are trying to get you to move the cabin closer to the water but that’s not really possible. Eventually you’ll get a little house on the ocean but that won’t be for a long time…

There are other mers out there; Sun had mentioned them during your courting period. It’s not something you know a lot about but from what you understand, Sun and Moon are generally mers that live in pairs and not pods. They had a pod they traveled with but decided to get their own territory close by. You ask questions about mer culture and Sun is happy to share with you while Moon would rather learn about human culture. Moon wants to woo you but has an image to uphold.