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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 month ago

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Day.7 ~ Searching for pumpkins ~ Hallowtober

Dean and Sam x fem!friend!reader (platonic)

warning : fluff, no use of Y/n

summary : Hunting demons and supernaturals in twos is good but it gets boring in the long run, if there are three of you everything is much better and if it means that you also get a delicious pumpkin soup in October it's even better…but if there are no pumpkins, the hunters have to move and hunt them, isn't it clear?

info : My first time writing for the two and even if I was not completely satisfied I hope you like it, have fun and see you next time :)

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It was one thing if you liked Halloween, I mean what's not to like? There's autumn, the not quite cold season when you could wrap yourself in a blanket and sit on the couch and enjoy a nice warm cocoa with cream and cinnamon, or a delicious warm fruit punch or roast some marshmallows over the fire with friends and family.

But above all, the autumn from September to October was the best because at the end of autumn, the day before the Christmas season began, Halloween was celebrated, the night of horror and fright, whether in a big or small town, everyone took part.

From the shops that decorated their windows with cobwebs and ghosts where everyone rushed to get something sweet, a costume, drinks and most importantly a pumpkin.

Because the fruit and vegetable was one of the most important parts of the tradition of celebrating Halloween not just as a decoration, a costume or eating pumpkin soup, it was a day when monsters rose and everyone seemed to accept the scary side of the world, an extraordinary day for everyone except…Sam and Dean.

Two brothers who had to deal with this extraordinary world all their lives, because there was no real choice, driven not only by their father but also by the instinct to protect humanity, they did nothing but search and hunt every day, many had joined them on their journey and they had also lost many, but they had also made a friend along the way.

A huntress who had saved the two brothers from a Wendigoo when the three of them were openly searching for the creature after it had killed one of their acquaintances and she had made it her goal to avenge it, simple yet serious.

But more than anything, the three of them had a connection not just on a paranormal level, it was also a connection of lostness and searching so the three of them soon set off together Dean was convinced when he saw the black painted camper and Sam when he heard their movements and the three of them have been inseparable ever since.

When they weren't out looking for clues during the day Dean complained that Sam still worried too much and Sam complained that his brother disrespected him, it was the little arguments, the making up when they found each other in the camper or a shabby motel or in the evening when they had to help each other out of a sitaution.

,,You'll never get rid of us again," she heard Dean say as the door of the caravan opened and she saw the two brown-eyed men come in with bags of food in their hands as they not only had hardly any food left, they also needed some for their pumpkin soup.

She saw the evasive look on Dean's face and Sam seemed quite busy unpacking the food, ,,I hope not…but tell me, where are my pumpkins?" she asked, having already peeled and mashed the potato with the two of them a few hours earlier.

Sam was much more skilful with a peeler than his brother, who stayed to cut the potatoes, whistling as Dean made his way to the back of the caravan and continued to deal with the kitchen roll ghosts he had placed in the caravan, ,,Sorry…listen when we arrived we were all sold out, we left everything but no one had any more pumpkins," Sam finally admitted and gave her an encouraging smile.

A smile she couldn't be angry with for a long time and he was about to make a stupid remark to Dean when she put the knife down and wiped her hands on a dry towel, she reached for her bag and a hunting knife.

,,What's that?" asked Sam, who was probably still puzzling over what to cook for autumn and his brother had already jumped up, ,,Well, what does it look like? Pumpkin hunting of course!" exclaimed Dean and winked at her before Sam joined them with a shake of his head and the three of them set off knowing that there were only wild pumpkins to fetch or well, to “borrow”.

The idea of borrowing came from Dean after he realised that wild pumpkins would mean hours of searching, he promptly looked and found a farm nearby where they were crouched in the bushes waiting like fugitives.

,,How important is the soup to you?" Sam asked, looking anxiously at the field of pumpkins where they saw not only the target but also several guard dogs who didn't look too friendly.

When Dean simply pulled his brother along, she said it would be worth it and watched in amusement as the two of them scampered towards the field for a few moments until they ran back with a shout and the barking and shooting of a shotgun could be heard but the three of them disappeared back into the dark, laughing.

A dark from which they only emerged at the Carvan, laughing and the two pumpkins safe in each other's arms, ,,You're incredible boys," she grinned, wiping her face as she held the door open for the brothers and the two sat down exhausted on the corner of the couch.

,,This better be worth it," Dean muttered, smirking nonetheless as he saw Sam's pained expression, still a little shaken by it all. With the two of them arguing in the background, Friday the 13th on the telly and the smell of soup in the air, she set to work unwrapping the pumpkins, chopping them up and throwing everything into a pot of spices and stock, chatting with the two of them and drinking a couple of sweet punches before the shrill of the alarm clock signalled that the soup was ready.

With a little cream, she drew a spider's web on the soup with a toothpick and placed the bowl down for the two of them and took some for herself, ,,So I hope you enjoy your meal," she said and waited a moment, glancing from left to right as she sat between them and saw the faces of both of them start to smile broadly before she pulled into a squeezing, warm embrace.

,,This is amazing!" Dean exclaimed and took another spoonful of the orange soup and Sam took another sip, ,,You're the best, really," Sam said and she felt the pride inside her as she gave them both a treat on this scary day.

A day on which she was once again happy and grateful for her friendship with the two of them, a day on which every circumstance, every look and every word meant so much more and if she could repay them with such delicious soup, she would make it every day now.

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averywiseanimatedcat · 1 year ago

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Rewatching Good Omens season 2 liveblog

Episode 3, ‘I know where I’m going’ Post 2

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Crowleys lines in this flash back are top tier:

“You say potato, I say EXCELLENT.”

“BOudey snatchin”

David again killing it with the line delivery. I’m so glad he had an opportunity to really put his foot down with the Scottish accident in this.

*Aziraphale agrees that Elspeth is going to hell*

“Well it was lovely to meet you.”

Aziraphale you foul beast what was this. I don’t know how Crowley didn’t just award you top demon for this remark that was COLD.

Pffff Crowley walking along with the body cart in his hat just having a good ol time. Unbothered not-lad.

*cue moral discussion around good, evil and poverty. Again we see how Aziraphale is really unable to see things as morally grey. He thinks things are either good or bad and that’s it. He’s really out here calling Crowley evil when he’s busy skipping off excitedly home to write in his little diary every time he gets to see him???Aziraphale??? Look at yourself honey??? You’re simping again???

And his comment about poor people having more opportunities (to be good I imagine he meant) he probably was also referring to Crowley. As in Crowley is at the bottom so the only way he can go is up or he has more freedom to choose. Which is, objectively wrong, and morally very simplistic (and also wrong). I want Crowley to stand infront of Aziraphale and just say ‘you’re wrong’ in season 3 because I feel like no one has just said that to his face and he needs it.

Well we have to talk about the Bentley…he was having such a good time on his little road trip.

“Change it back!” 👹

“But it’s pretty!” 🤭

I needed Aziraphale being ridiculously sweet and funny in the present day to offset my annoyance with him in the flashback.

And here we have the second item on my list of ‘things I don’t care about’, directly under Gabriel:

Jacket AND glasses off in the bookshop, we really are in the end times because we get to see the swagger even more without the jacket. And his arm band thing. He looks so at home.

Also my child was a PHYSICIST he was part of the group that INVENTED GRAVITY. He clearly had his memory wiped after he fell and he doesn’t remember about why they made gravity I can’t stop thinking about how much he must have known about science and the universe before he fell. He probably wrote allot of that book we see in the first scene of S2 when he’s making the nebula.

The more I think about Crowley the more I understand him. He went from being a literal creator of the universe to a forgotten demon stripped of all of his accomplishments. He probably doesn’t even remember most of them. And he probably lost all of his knowledge about the universe and how it all works. He truely had his whole self ripped from him. And it makes sense why he doesn’t seem to have a hobby now, his thing was creation. And that’s not something he can just do or find a substitute for like Aziraphale can do his book collecting. And that’s why he’s so lost for a purpose. And why he’s so determined to stop the end of the world, it’s his creation, his life.

And I’m sad now so here’s the book throw aka. Comedy gold.

PLotTinG ‘vavoom’ he really just wanted someone to listen to his plan and if it had to be Gabriel/Jim then that’s who I had to be. He was just happy to have a job to do…that wasn’t throwing books around

When Aziraphale turned that body into soup and Crowley was like *DISAPPOINTED HUSBAND FACE*.

Crowley is truely, incredibly patient with Aziraphale. Crowley went out of his way to help Elspeth. And he acts like it’s because it’s wicked and honestly that’s probably half of the fun for him, but he could also see the genuine suffering and he wanted to help her. Funnily enough, if Aziraphale haddnt of put his nose in it Crowley could’ve helped Elspeth with 0 consequences because it looked evil. And I wonder how much he does ‘good’ things in a way that Hell won’t notice because it looks evil from the outside. I mean he’s been a demon for thousands of years? How’s he filling the time? Doing things like this? Aziraphale has caught him doing this twice now, doing ‘good’ things right under Hells nose.

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#crowley #good omens #aziracrow #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #go2 liveblog #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowly x aziraphale #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands

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jessysapphireblue · 11 months ago

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One Piece Advent Calender Door 3

Today you spend a Day with our beloved Nami.

Door 3: A day with a Cat

Still under the covers with Luffy, he was hugging you close, drooling a little on your head, you were woken up by a loud bang. “WAKE UP!!!”, Nami barged in and you sat up, groaning. “Nami, what is-” “LUFFY!!!!”, Sanji joined in by your door, both of them looking like they could kill your boyfriend. suddenly, you were wide awake.

“Jessy, be a dear and step out for a short moment”, smiled Nami and freed you from Luffy grasp, your captain slowly waking up, and guided you outside, Sanji giving you his coat before the door to your room closed. The soundproof barrier around your room made you even more anxious before the door opened, both stepping out. “Thank you, Sanji” “It was a pleasure”, both said serious and gave each other a high five. “W-What happened?” “Oh my beloved Goddess! Luffy sneaked away at night to eat the storage room empty!” “He got what he deserved...why are you still with him?! You can pull so much better guys!” “But Nami, he brings me to laugh and makes me happy!”, you beamed at the Navigator, so full of love that she hugged you. “You´re an Angel, my dear!” “After breakfast, I sit down with you and check what we need ok? I even give you some money if it´s too short” “You Goddess!! Kya~ I´m so blessed with you here. But now go change, it´s pretty cold today”

Nodding you handed Sanji his coat back before walking into your room, seeing your boyfriend all messed up by these two. Sighing softly, head hung, you bend down to touch Luffy, using your heals on him. “Thank you”, he smiled at you, jumping up. “Why didn´t you woke me up?” “I tried! But you were out for good. So I got up and went to grab food...” “Haaa, my sweet idiot. You ate too much”, cupping his cheeks, you pressed a gentle kiss on his lips as you two changed.

It was after the breakfast that you sat down with Nami, Sanji listing what everything was missing, as you wrote it down, Nami began calculating. “I go to town then. Be careful, my precious ladies~~” “You also, Sanji”, you smiled as he slipped his jacket on. “Ah~ it scents now like my goddess~ Like a warm hug on a blessed day”, he swooned and walked out, making Nami sigh. “such an idiot” “Nami, all guys are idiots” “True. I can only count on Robin and you”, she lied her head onto your shoulder.

“JE!”, Luffy barged in, a big smile on his face. “Come with us! We´re gonna explore the island” “No”, you hummed. “What?!...Did I do something bad?”, his voice sounded sad. “Apart that we have no food today! She helps today with fixing your black hole of a stomach!”, Nami shouted at Luffy. ”...come with me!” “LUFFY”, Nami said low and a dark aura surrounded her. “Meh! But next time!” “Promise, bub” “Shishishi! Love it when you call me bub”, he cupped your cheeks and pressed a kiss onto your lips. “Bye bye!”, and with that, he was gone from the kitchen. “You know, I have to charge him when you two kiss...we would be swimming in money!”, her eyes flashed berry signs. “Nami, focus” “Oh, yes”

It took a while but you were finally done. “Luffy will pay!” “Like I said, I can always-” “No. This is yours. Luffy will get no more money for AT LEAST 2 months” “Oh he will be sad” “I don´t care...but now. I wanted to talk with you about this Christmas Dinner. What is...or was common by you” “Ehm, every family was different. There was either goose or turky. That was the base. My family made soup, potato dumplings and cabbage. I was always looking forward to it. On Christmas eve we had fish. In fact we had the whole day no meat”

Nami grin devilish. “Oh~ is that so. Hehehe~ perfect” “should I be worried?” “No why”, she smiled lovingly at you, as you sweatdropped. “Maybe I shouldn´t have told you that”, you whispered as she went back to looking evil. In her mind there was already a wicked plan, as you know her.

“Why would you want to know?” “Well~ since you know the most about it, I am thinking if we could ask Sanji to make it” Your eyes widen. “NAMI!”, you cheered and hugged the navigator with glee and happiness. “Nami~ I love you~~” “I love you also~” both of you smiled as “No meat on Christmas eve, hm~” “No. No ham, meat or anything with meat. Just fish, mashed potatoes and cabbage. Was my family tradition” “I like it. When Sanji comes back, we use my charm and your absolute adorableness to swoon him over”

Both of you laughed.

#luffy #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #one piece #straw hat luffy #anime and manga #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #vinsmoke sanji #black leg sanji #one piece sanji #cat burglar nami #nami #one piece nami #op nami #sanji

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chivalryburdened · 9 months ago

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@melodysian.

sanji really REALLY tried not to go overboard with uta's breakfast spread, mainly because chopper had ill advised against her eating too much food, namely anything greasy or dense in general, after she had been sleeping so long (three whole days!) to recover from all the wake shrooms in her system; staying properly sustained on an iv for fluids. which was a valid concern with sound reasoning, especially coming from the ship's trusted & esteemed doctor. but the blond can't help himself. it's the very first meal she'll ever taste from him & he wanted it to be special! not just homemade soup & some crackers, like a hospital would offer. initial impressions were very important! not to mention, the blond could hardly contain his excitement to spoil such a lovely lady as her, the wait further festering his need to nurture & please & provide. his patience eventually began to turn into slight nerves.

& despite how they all had originally met uta, with her trying to kill them & all -it was all water under the metaphorical bridge now. she was their captain's adopted sister, after all, it was a no brainer that she'd come into their fold once issues were settled; instead of remaining alone like she had been. she was no longer influenced to do bad things, there was no need to treat her like a villain any longer; though she had noble intentions behind her actions.

luckily, this environment was much more proper & safe to welcome her to their crew. enough rest & relaxation melted away any lingering tension there could possibly be between everyone. good food also helped calm people down.

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the singer doesn't startle him, but he is surprised when he suddenly sees her sleepy, but still beautiful, face enter his peacefully quiet galley. his whole expression lights up in wonder, lone blue eye not covered by his neartly combed hair, sparkling. her bedhead was simply adorable! this morning was better already now that she was up & around.

"g-good morning, my dove!" he calls out breathlessly, carefully finishing up her first plate of the day with a bit of powdered sugar. she had arrived just in time!

sanji did not know if she ate like her brothers, or what she liked, so he made a bit of everything to learn her likes & dislikes. after the rest of the crew ate, of course. thus, luffy wouldn't steal her food (he could eat the leftovers though), she wouldn't be bombarded with questions from the rest of the crew (for now) & ultimately, the chef could focus just on her, without any distractions (a dream come true).

"please, take a seat my dear! I made us some crepes."

there's also some pumpkin pancakes, potato pancakes, hash browns, breakfast potatoes, eggs scrambled & fried & boiled, two different types of bacon, three of sausage, an array of fruit toppings (strawberries, blueberries, bananas, peaches), multiple syrups (maple, cherry), jams & marmalades (raspberry, grape, blackberry), chocolate (both white & milk) chips & freshly squeezed jugs of orange & grapefruit juice; along with ice cold milk, hot & iced coffee, & sweet or green tea.

but that's all for later! if she'd like....

#melodysian #ic.#threads.#[uwu kanan]#long post

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korixae · 11 months ago

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thank you @idkaguyorsomething for the tag!!

last song: what’s my age again? blink-182

fav colour: yellow! 💛

last movie/show: last film i watched was the hobbit, an unexpected journey and for a tv show i’m watching killing eve atm and i also just started the peep show last night but i’m not sure about it yet

sweet/spicy/savoury: sweet!! i have a massive sweet tooth

relationship status: single (i’m aroace as well tho so not rlly surprising)

last google: ‘cast of broadchurch’ bc i couldn’t remember olivia colman’s name and it was killing me

current obsession: well i have a perma obsession with absolutely anything good omens or doctor who (especially with the 60th just been and the xmas special around the corner and a new doctor!!!!!!) but i’m also really into bbc ghosts again rn (gearing up for the xmas special, it’s the last ever episode and i already know i’m gonna cryyy)

no pressure tags <3: @five-potatoes-high @khruschevshoe @koncussionkat @starlight-soup @mysticaleyeliner @noelleeee @morgnix @blorboo @ourflagmeanslokius @peppercheeni @betterto-die-thanto-crawl @glowstick-d1ck69 @goodoldfashionedvillain @przeszloscioweczerwonetrampki @piratesknewmystars

Nine people I'd like to get to know better

Tagged by @meghawhopp <33

Last song: Down by the River by Borislav Slavov from the Baldur’s Gate 3 Soundtrack (or more specifically the cover of Down by the River by Nerissa Ravencroft)

Favorite color: Blue and purple!

Last movie/TV show: Seinfeld, I’m currently on season four!

Sweet/spicy/savory?: I have a huge sweet tooth, so sweet things

Relationship status: Single

Last thing I googled: I searched up the show “Arthur” because I was trying to find that one meme where Buster was like “You really think someone would do that, just go on the internet and spread lies?”

Current obsession: Fragaria memories and tears of themis mostly^^

Tag Nine People: @kyaruun @xinieeee @deadmansbistro @florapot @hunita812 @scuffle-with-spirals @rexonalapis @maxellera @manicpixiedoomedgirl

#this actually came at the perfect time i feel like i’ve got loads of new mutual recently #anyway once again no pressure!!!#also anyone else who sees this who i haven’t tagged feel free to join #kori shitposts

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mojaves · 1 year ago

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💢😨🍩🍓🌏🎁📎💧☁️💔 for luci :^) blease :^)

my god i have so much to say about him im sorry, you enabled me.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

not exactly a habit, but he doesn't have very good volume control at the best of times. sometimes he is whispering. sometimes he is yelling. he has no way of knowing which it will be and when. you think you've got it figured out??? you havent. get used to it. and then there's the vocal stimming. he will latch onto a phrase so hard thats almost all you hear for the rest of the week. he does try to tone it down a bit, but it helps him SO much with like. regulating emotions i guess?? like he has to do it to keep his brain from exploding in one way or another. he does often find other ways to stim that don't make anywhere near as much noise, which help him in very much the same way. but sometimes he just HAS to do it. it's like trying to hold back a sneeze. it feels bad and you feel wrong afterwards. there's also his habit of very loudly going WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! occasionally. which is something he has done for SO many years at this point, ever since he was a kid. it's less of a stim thing and more of a Brain Reset thing. like things will get too much. or his brain overloads. or his body is getting Too Tense. so he just goes WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE very loudly and then he's normal again. he has fixed himself. there are times when he does it multiple times a day, and times where he doesnt even do it once. he cant let you know when it will happen. and you cant get him to stop either bc it's something he Has to do. yes it will be startling to hear at first but it's easy to get used to once you know What it is, and that he's fine actually.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

there's no One or The Other with this, it entirely depends on the situation, current mental state, how much energy he has, etc. if he's thinking clearly, regardless of the energy he has, he will take himself out of there and get himself to calm down. with low energy it will take longer and will often need someone else there to help him settle down. otherwise, if he's not thinking clearly, or his brain has just straight up left him to his own devices, he will charge at the problem head on and try to get it to stop, which eventually turns into freeze. because he kind of realises whats happening. but doesnt have enough. whats the word. idk you known what i mean. not in touch with reality enough at that moment to like. get himself out of there. so he's just Stuck. until someone has to actively drag him out, or his brain snaps back into place for enough time.

🍩 DONUT - favourite sweet treat?

milkshakes!!!!!!! but they kill him so easily. ice cream too. he just cannot resist the temptation of a sweet pastel pink strawberry treat……… please just give him a smoothie or sorbet or something. same sort of effect but with 100% less death likely. please.

🍓 STRAWBERRY - do they eat their fruit & veg? what is their favourite fruit or vegetable?

he LOVES his fruits and veggies. mostly strawberries and mangoes,,, and potatoes and carrots. he loves strawberries so much. btw. did you know that i bet you would never have guessed that that was one of his most favourite foods of all time. AND mashed potatoes. thats the one thing that gets him through a bad sensory day/week. mashed potatoes and soup.

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

absolutely 100% without a doubt. he wants nothing more than for the people he loves to be Happy, and he will do whatever it takes to achieve that [within reason ofc, as long as it's safe to do so.] it's definitely an easy decision for him, he is an extremely caring person. it's led to him being used as an emotional doormat in the past, and he's learned from that and has finally set up boundaries for himself, but it's never stopped him from wanting to care for others, and help them in any way he can. if someone's in trouble and needs help, he will drop whatever he's doing, whether it's making food, working etc, and go to them as fast as he possibly can.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

he's happy with literally anything and everything. you can buy him a spatula and he would be excited about it. and thats not even putting on a front he just knows that someone put some thought into it, whether it was as a joke or a genuine gift, and appreciates it regardless. the best thing you could get for him though is books full of facts and trivia about absolutely nothing in particular. he is very good at gift giving bc he puts SO much thought into it. it might not make much sense when you first look at it, but you'll eventually realise that you really did need whatever he got for you, actually. it's always something Useful that you will keep with you for years. he's thoughtful like that [:

📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

HMMMMMMMMMMMM. he always wanted to be a teacher,,, never really had a subject in mind, but probably history. unfortunately thanks to So many external circumstances, he never got to do that. he works as a security guard now currently, but eventually starts working as a tutor for various subjects, as well as a music teacher on the side. and he has Never been happier. he loves helping people learn new things

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

youre killing me here thank you. he is often very insecure about how other people perceive him bc he can be seen as Very childish with the stimming, and his generally very excited and bouncy vibe that he has around him at all times. he Is very mature, and more than capable of dealing with serious and dark topics, but often worries people will just overlook that, and hide things from him bc of it. he's far more emotionally intelligent than people give him credit for. they just need to give him a chance.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

when he's happy. like. Really happy. he will start vibrating and his whole face scrunches up and he just NEEDS to hug someone about it. anyone. Generally it's the person who made him get that happy in the first place [and even then 9 times out of 10 it's his boyfriend] otherwise, he will simply hug a plushie or a cushion, whatevers closest to him. he Will also go WEEEEEEEEEEEEE about it but in a good way. he's very excited [:

💔 BROKEN HEART - what could their partner do that would absolutely break their heart?

talk bad about themselves, claim that theyre not deserving of all the good things that are happening to them, etc, etc. because he KNOWS they are more than deserving of it. and he will tell them that. as often as he has to in order to prevent them from spiralling. he just wants everyone around him to know how loved and wonderful they are to him, and he never gets sick of telling them that. he HATES seeing people upset, especially his boyfriend. even so much as just crying will break his heart. it makes him so sad!!! HE JUST WANTS EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY!!! AND FEEL GOOD!!!! and he cant always control that or get there in time to prevent it. and it hurts!!! it hurts so much. but he can still try!!! AND THATS WHAT MATTERS!!!

#oc luci #oh yeah i dont have that much to say... [does this]#you enabled me. it's not my fault. theres so much to say about this little man

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growing-yet-into-magic · 2 years ago

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Hello the stars "twinkle" at night because your central vision has a high amount of cones anatomically which are good at color vision but shit at night vision and your peripheral vision has a higher amount of rods so it's waaaay better at night vision than it is at color vision; so when you move your gaze around the sky at night the stars will always look brighter in your periphery than when you look at them straight on, so the same stars get "brighter" and "dimmer" depending on where you're looking in the moment. This is also why you're more likely to see weird shit at night in the corner of your vision. Not only do you see better in the dark from the corners of your eyes but also your brain goes O SHIT WHAT'S THAT and applies kinda spotty pattern recognition to like. funky shadows and branches. It's not you it's your physical anatomy and also evolution trying to keep u alive

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I won't remember this when I get home but friends, if you like soups and other soft foods, please remind me to post the sweet potato and corn chowder recipe which I have lifted from the New England Soup Factory Cookbook. It is good. It is warm. It might kill a lesser mortal. Divine 10/10 so remind me if I haven't posted it by 6:30 EST if you are interested in Soups

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This site sucks so I can't even find my own post about making the choice to personally archive the posts that matter to you, but here's me personally archive the tumblr posts that have mattered the most to me over the last few years.

Ahem. Stored in a binder I previously used as a prop for a Halloween costume.

So maybe I have to change the cover a lil' bit. That's future me's problem.

I've got a bunch of stuff in plastic dividers I saved from school, including @recoil-operated's $12 mead post, which I had to chase around tumblr for hours before I found a full version of.

See the full post

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Google is free sometimes means "just look at the godsdamned Wikipedia article about this"

and Google is free sometimes means "use google to find a ripped pdf of a better source on the thing you're looking for"

And both things are holy and good.

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My #1 post of 2022

"You can't magic away your mental illness and trauma" and "magic can be a great tool to help manage mental illness and trauma" are both true statements. This isn't a black or white issue. Something can be super helpful without being claimed to permanently cure you of suffering.

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tf2fansderogatory · 2 years ago

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which food do u think would be each mercs favorite? personally i hc that pyro just sits there and teleports whatever engie cooks directly into their face. never to be seen again

Scout’s is anything that reminds him of home, whether it’s a food from Boston or something with little breakfast diner vibes (Ma worked at one). He makes a mean lobster mac&cheese.

from bongus: Solly claims he only eats military rations—which for the most part is true, but secretly when no one else is looking he likes to satiate his tragically ignored sweet tooth with a little bag of cheap cookies or something. He never questions why his favorite brand of them seems to be always be stocked in the pantry, though—as far as anything else goes it’s Engy’s little secret:)

anything that can’t be ingested via straw Pyro prefers to eat alone (or w/Engie or Scout). they still like to sit with everybody at meals though, so by the time they go wherever to eat, any hot/warm dishes that were served have cooled quite a bit- which is why he loves the rare chance to eat hot dishes while they’re still hot ! he doesn’t get it that often but they love it (bit of projecting here but dolsot bibimbap is one of their favorites)

Demo likes cranachan, a Scottish dessert originally made as a celebration of the raspberry harvest. he likes the tartness of the raspberries with the sweetness of the honey, and the oats give it a good texture in his opinion

Heavy’s favorite is potato and mushroom leek soup- it’s creamy and hearty, and reminds him a bit of home. he makes it for the team semi-often

seasoning is the most important thing to Engie, and in his mind nothing does it better than Louisiana’s Creole and Cajun styles. the bold flavors are too good for him to pass up on. he also makes a mean chili that pyro adores and which gives spy a heart attack.

crabmod: Medic likes traditional German food, which is damn near IMPOSSIBLE to get in the states, particularly in the southwest. (He’d have better luck in like, wisconsin, someplace with a lot of German immigrants) His best bet is to either make it himself or have it imported, which is a pain in the ass, but also the only way to get actually palatable beer. To nobody’s surprise his favorite is blutwurst (blood sausage)

modbot: I think Sniper’d really like dried mango, or just a good cup of chamomile mint tea to soothe his aching, wary brain. Self projecting! He has a weaker stomach so things like lamingtons or coffee would kill him—He just prefers 'green' flavors, anyway! Maybe roasted peanuts? Pleasant earthy snack food! And yes, I do mean wary— not weary.

modgod: i think for Spy it’s bread. specifically baguettes that are straight out of the oven. it’s a comfort food since he grew up baking them. i think people expect it to be something all expensive and something, but no. baguettes.

#posted by ikea #thank you other mods for the help #crabmod #modgod #modbot #Team TAG #graegrape #tf2 #scout #soldier #pyro #demoman #heavy #engineer #medic #sniper #spy

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years ago

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Hayloft (p.1)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts...)

Warnings: Abuse, mentions of drinking, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

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When your car finally pulled up the old dirt driveway to your family's farm house, the sun was already setting, casting an orange hue over the acres of land that your father had inherited from his father. It was beautiful, really. The sun was behind your old two story home made of wood planks that were covered in chipping white paint. The door’s paint was also chipping, only this time it was old navy blue paint - at least that’s the color it was supposed to be when it was painted who knows how many decades ago - that peeled back to reveal the wood beneath.

Your father’s truck wasn’t in the driveway yet when you pulled up and you sighed in relief because it gave you the opportunity to get dinner started before he got home. You headed straight for the kitchen. The only moment taken for yourself was the moment of silence when you leaned against the counter top and stretched out your back from the long day's work at the diner. The refrigerator was mostly empty and you made a mental note to run to the store after work tomorrow before your father could notice the lack of food. Thankfully, there was still enough scraps to piece something together for tonight between the fridge and the cupboards.

The house was swimming with the delicious scent of herbs, onions, potatoes, and stock as you boiled a stew on the stove when you heard the front door open. “Hi, Daddy! How was work?” You asked over your shoulder before you even heard his steps enter the kitchen, not actually caring but knowing he’d be upset if you didn’t ask.

He came around the corner but you could hear from the moment the door opened that there were the footsteps of more than one person entering your home. With a frown, you turned from the stove and took a few steps so you could see around the wall that blocked your view of the front door but your father and new mystery person stepped around that corner and into the kitchen before you could get that far. You stopped in your tracks, startled by their sudden appearance, and your hand flew to your chest as your eyes widened in surprise. “Sorry!” You chuckled awkwardly, apologizing for your jumpiness, “Didn’t think you’d be comin’ in here.”

It was a man about your age that stood just behind your father, a navy baseball cap twisted in his hands and his footsteps light so as to not knock dirt off onto the floor from his work boots, both welcomed displays of manners that you appreciated, unlike your father who left a trail of chunks of dried mud and grease everywhere he walked. This new boy, though, he was cute. Short curly hair that was messy, either from work or wearing the hat, big expressive brown eyes that reminded you of a puppy in the best possible way, a tight lipped expression that showed he was a little nervous and uncomfortable to be here, they were all a welcome, albeit unexpected, surprise.

"Work was good. This here is Arvin Russel. He'll be staying with us, at least for the night." Your eyes flicked back to the boy you now knew as Arvin when your dad introduced him and your heart skipped a beat at the eye contact.

He nodded his head slightly, a small cordial smile flashing on his face for just a moment, "Pleasure to meet you,..."

"Y/N. It's nice to meet you as well. If you're staying the night, let me add some water to the soup and then I'll go make up the spare bed." You pointed your thumb over your shoulder towards the pot of stew that was nearly done.

"That's very kind of you. Thank you."

Before you could notice him moving, your dad was already beside the fridge and you reached out to try to stop him before he could open it. "Let me get you something! What about you, Arvin? You want a beer or some water?" You scurried to try and beat your dad to the fridge that you knew would earn you a reprimanding that you didn’t deserve.

You were too late though and your dad already swung the door open wide. You stepped back nervously, rubbing the sharp edge of your nails against your thumb. "It's damn near empty." He noted, voice stiff and dissatisfied. He stood, managing to produce the last two beers from the refrigerator before slamming it shut.

You flinched at the loud sound, hearing the few glass jars of preserves and jams clanging against each other inside from the force. Your eyes rolled beneath closed lids at his overdramatic reaction, even though it was one you expected. "I'm gonna hit the market after work tomorrow but I checked that we have enough for dinner tonight and breakfast tomorrow." Your voice was sweet and placating, careful to respond in a way that would keep his temper in check.

"It's that damn job of yours. I told you women shouldn't be working. They belong in the house where you should be. Now look. You went and let the kitchen run out." He passed Arvin a beer, which he reluctantly accepted, watching the way your father pointed his finger at you accusingly. “Ain’t no man gonna want a wife who can’t even keep the kitchen stocked up.”

Your tongue was raw inside from biting down on it so hard in order to keep yourself in line, as he called it. You didn't need a blow out tonight, not with Arvin here. "I manage to work and keep up with the house just fine, Daddy. We just got a little low on groceries but I'll be heading to the market tomorrow to fix it. Don’t you worry." Even you were surprised with how even and sweet your voice came out, that ever present fire of anger towards your father having been fanned into a decent blaze.

He popped the tab on his beer and sighed, dropping the topic for the time being, "Fine. But make sure to pick up some fixin's for that chicken roast you make. Patty is lookin' nice and fat in the coop so why don't you cook her up tomorrow."

You grimaced at the thought. Patty was one of the chickens in your coop out back that had been pretty slow when it came to laying eggs but you’d grown attached to her nonetheless. Ever since you were a young girl, your daddy warned you not to become attached to the animals out back but you never listened. Back then, you’d had your mother to step in and convince him not to kill the animals for whatever reason she could come with and opt for buying meat from the market instead. You hadn’t been able to convince him like that since she’d passed. Everything had been different since she passed.

“I don’t know, Daddy. Patty’s been layin’ a lot of eggs lately and we’ve been gettin’ extra money from sellin’ all those eggs. Why don’t I just pick up a chicken in town tomorrow at the store.” You insisted, walking back over to the stove to stir the stew.

“Don’t go wastin’ money on things we already got! We got some chickens out back. Just cook one of ‘em up tomorrow!” Your father’s voice was hard and stern now, enough to fill the air with tension in Arvin’s presence. You turned slowly, making eye contact with Arvin briefly before quickly avoiding it. You didn’t like the way he stood awkwardly, silently watching the interaction he clearly didn’t think highly of. Your father was already getting worked up and it would only get worse the longer the night went on.

Biting your cheek, you nodded, “Yes, sir. Now why don’t you boys go get cleaned up. Dinner will be ready in just a minute.”

Dinner went relatively well, despite your father’s occasional grumblings about there not being any beer. Once you finished, you stood up and picked up yours and your father’s bowls before noticing Arvin’s was empty as well. “Did you want some more? There’s just enough for one more if you’d like it.” You offered Arvin that last bit of stew but he just shook his head and stood up.

“Oh, no thank you miss. Dinner was delicious though. Let me help with that.” He grabbed his own bowl before your hand could reach it and then took the bowls from your hands as well before setting them down at the sink.

You chased after him, “Thank you but you don’t have to do that! Please, sit. I’ll make your bed up when I’m finished cleaning up dinner.”

“She’s right, son. Kitchen ain’t no place for a man. Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you the room you’ll be stayin’ in.” You father’s chair screeched against the beat up wooden floor as he stood, beckoning Arvin to him.

Arvin was standing right beside you, his arm only a few inches from yours as he lowered the stack of bowls into the sink. He looked over at you with deep soulful eyes that seemed to look right through your calm facade in a way that made you feel seen like never before. It was highly uncomfortable, almost violating after all these years of hiding away what you felt for the sake of keeping the peace, and you forced a smile, “Please, you’re our guest. It wouldn’t be right to make you do the dishes. You go with him.”

He gave you a drawn out hesitant look but turned away nonetheless and walked towards your dad. “Thank you again for letting me stay here till I get things figured out. It’s mighty kind of you.” Arvin thanked you and your father for your hospitality, shooting you one last glance over his shoulder before following your father down up the stairs towards the spare room.

You made quick work of the dishes, having cleaned most of them as you were cooking earlier anyways and scurried to the closet that held your extra sheets. As you passed the bathroom, you heard the shower running and knew it was your father bathing after his long day of work, like he always did right after dinner. The man was a creature of habit.

With your arms full of neatly folded faded steel blue linens and the thicker burnt sienna colored wool blanket, you made your way towards the guest room Arvin was staying in to find the door wide open and the man looking through his bag that was set on the bed. “Knock knock,” you announced your presence, waiting at the entryway for Arvin to notice you before entering.

He spun around, dropping something that you didn’t see quickly into his bag and pressing it down while flashing you a small polite smile, “Hello, ma’am.”

You walked into the room, raising the linens in your hands, “I brought some sheets so I could make up your bed.” You walked over to the wooden chair and set the top sheet down before making your way back over to the bed, unfolding the bottom sheet as you did, waving it up and down in the air to straighten it out before laying it flat on the bed.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, miss,” He moved his bag to the ground and jumped to lift the corner of the mattress and tuck the sheet beneath it.

You blushed at his kindness, not used to such help from your father, but shook your head, tucking the sheet beneath the mattress on the opposite side of the bed “If my daddy came in and saw you fixin’ the bed yourself, he’d kill me,” you chuckled to make it sound like a joke but you knew better than that. He wouldn’t actually kill you but you would certainly get some less than kind words thrown your way, maybe even a few beer cans thrown your way depending on how drunk he was.

Arvin shook his head, his hands falling on his hips, “Looks like you do most the housework ‘round here.” What he was insinuating was clear even though his tone didn’t change but you didn’t want to acknowledge it. He didn’t need to concern himself with the difficulties between you and your father.

“So how’d you and my dad meet?” You changed the topic, going to grab the top sheet and unfolding it. You laid it over the bed and tucked your side in, Arvin reaching down to tuck his side in as well in a silent act of defiance against your insistence that he didn’t need to help. It occurred to you suddenly after the question left your lips that you didn’t actually know anything about this boy but, for some reason, you still didn’t feel uneasy around him.

Arvin pulled the top corner of the sheet up to the head of the bed as he answered, “I just started workin’ at the garage with ‘im.”

“You like cars?” You questioned, spreading out the final layer on the bed, the wool blanket.

Arvin shrugged, “Never been really into ‘em but I can fix ‘em alright enough. Just needed the work and happened to see the wanted sign when I was passin’ through town.”

Your brow raised in curiosity, “You were just passin’ through and stopped in this old town cause of a help wanted sign?” The little town you lived in wasn’t terrible but it was far from a destination that people really moved to for work unless you a doctor desperate for a place to practice or something like that. “You must really be desperate,” you joked but immediately felt a slight pang of regret when a shred of truth could be seen in his eyes.

“Just tryna figure out where I’m goin’ ‘n what I wanna do. Figure I’ll find somewhere I like eventually.” Arvin picked up his bag and set it off to the side where it was a little more out of the way.

You stared at the man standing before you, taking every bit of him from the grease stains on his white t-shirt to his scuffed up brown work boots to his messy hair, dirty from dried sweat. It wasn’t until you locked eyes with him that you realized that you’d been staring in a settled yet weirdly comfortable silence. You stood up straight and smiled to diffuse the awkwardness you’d unintentionally fostered, “You’re more than welcome to take a shower. My daddy should be finished any second. I’ll set some extra towels in there for you.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you.” He nodded in appreciation but offered no further conversation. You could tell from the moment of silence that it was time for you to make your exit.

“Well, uh, I better head to bed. You need anything before I go?” You asked, backing towards the door and swinging slightly with it once your hand hit the old bronze knob.

Arvin shook his head, “No, thank you. ‘M all set.”

“Alrighty, then. You have a good night.” You chewed your lip as you opened the door to make your exit.

“G’night, miss Y/N.”

Butterflies flew wildly in your belly as you walked to your bedroom. It had been a long while since you’d seen somebody worth looking twice at in this old town but now a mysterious handsome man rolls into town and stays with you. In your house. It probably wasn’t the safest of situations but Arvin genuinely looked like a nice man. From your very brief interactions with him, you couldn’t really imagine him trying to hurt you or your father for no reason. Even if he did, you knew where your daddy kept his shotgun and you had no problem defending yourself. But like I said, you had an unearned sense of peace with Arvin that you hoped wasn’t a misjudgement.

“What’re you smilin’ ‘bout?” Your father’s gruff but thankfully not entirely drunk voice made you stop in your tracks and turn towards his room with a suppressed groan. He stood in the doorway of his bedroom in nothing but an undershirt and long johns with his suspenders hanging loosely at his sides.

You shook the smile off your face. “Just thought of somethin’ funny that happened at work,'' you lied. “You need somethin’?”

“I watched you come out o’ that boy’s room with a big ol’ grin on your face. Better not let me catch you ‘n him. Ain’t no daughter o’ mine gonna be whorin’ around with some boy blowin’ through town, y’hear?” He threatened, his hands reaching down to pull up his worn out long johns.

Your blood boiled at the accusation and despite your best efforts to keep peace while Arvin was here, you spat words with venom, “I wasn’t doin’ nothin’ with Arvin. God forbid I have a damn smile on my face.” Your voice was low enough so that you hoped your guest hadn’t heard your outburst but when your father’s face darkened and he began taking slow, heavy steps towards you, you weren’t sure if your charade of normalcy would last much longer.

Your father hovered over you, exaggerating the size difference between the two of you, “I put a roof over your head. I put food on the table. You play make believe with that little diner job but I'm the head of this house. I'm your father. You watch that fuckin’ tone with me girl."

Your jaw was clenched tightly, matching your fists, as you glared up at him with indignantly furious eyes. Father your ass. He once had been your father, an imperfect but loving man who used to try. Now he was merely a selfish broken sperm donor. He inherited this house from his father, didn’t pay a darn cent, and you couldn't remember the last time he pitched in a dime for anything but alcohol and the occasional dinner he made when he was in a good mood. He did do that- have these strange out of character nights where he pretended to be kind and loving. They were far and few between though and, while you enjoyed the change of pace, it felt like walking on eggshells in some fantasy world.

A heavy silence settled between the two of you that crackled with a tension that could snap at any moment and turn into a full blown fight. Your eyes were narrowed on his as you refused to let him think he intimidated you anymore. Nevertheless, you turned on your heel, nails digging into your palm, and walked down the hall towards your room, leaving him alone.

“He wouldn’t want you anyways, fuckin’ attitude like that.” Your father grumbled to your back, hoping for one last reaction out of you that you refused to give.

It took all the control in the world to not slam the door in his face but you knew there was no way it would escape Arvin’s attention. You’d have to resort to the therapy of muffling your furious tear-soaked screams into your pillow until you finally fell asleep, like you did many nights.

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molllus · 3 years ago

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Hey folks! So in honour of my asshole gallbladder being evicted post-haste, and based on the fact that I can't consume anything by mouth right now so I'm literally dreaming about food, here's some recipe recommendations.

These are my absolute favourites, and I'm going to order them based on how many spoons they require to make.

(Please note this is not... literal spoons, if you're new here. Go look up the Spoons Theory and thank me later)

Final note - I'm not a very good cook yet. I have OFTEN destroyed meals. So the vast, vast majority of these you can follow the instructions exactly and it will taste like it's supposed to. Practice with cooking definitely makes it easier to understand how to cook well over time, but also I have ADHD and my life is much easier when I can just follow a dang list of instructions.

Here we go!

Low Spoons

Instant Pot Indian Tomato Coconut Soup*

Do you like tomato soup, but wish it had some more flavor? This is it. I dream of this soup sometimes. I would kill a man for this soup. Also, all the ingredients are shelf-stable, which is incredibly convenient, and with the added bonus of being dairy-free. Shout out specifically to @hthrrloooo for this one.

Norwegian Rhubarb And Almond Cake

You want to look fancy as shit at whatever thing you're going to? This is your dish. It's super easy to make and fast - I can make it in under an hour - prep, bake, everything. It also tastes incredible, the almond with the rhubarb balances sweet and tart. Also it makes an amazing breakfast.

Artichoke Tomato And Spinach Flatbread

Again, you look fancy, without having to be fancy. It's pretty fast too, so it makes a great dinner. My mom loves this one, it's like spinach artichoke dip on a pizza.

Southwest Quinoa Power Bowl with Honey Lime Dressing*

This is an excellent example of "power bowls", which is a slightly ridiculous name for grain based bowls with proteins and a dressing. I usually change out the quinoa for rice because I don't like quinoa, and for the "adobo seasoning", you can also use spices like chili powder, paprika (that one is strong though), onion powder, and garlic powder. Or buy a shaker of a southwest spice, honestly. This is a great way to learn how to put together a bowl like this - which is usually grain base + cooked veggies + raw veggies + protein + dressing. I will say to taste the dressing as you make it.

Best Tuna Casserole*

I ate SO MUCH of this in university. It is cheesy. It is crunchy. And it is cheap and fast. It's... probably not the healthiest option but who cares. I usually leave out the peas and mushrooms, but that's because I don't like them very much in casseroles. Also as a note - it won't taste like cream of mushroom, that's mostly a base.

Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins

These muffins, my beloved <3. An easy baked good, pretty cheap and fast to make. I also grew up eating a ton of these, so I find them very comforting. You have a friend that needs comfort? Make them these.

Sausage And Potato Roast With Arugula

I bow down to this as the ultimate weeknight meal. It can come together in a half hour, you throw most of the ingredients on a pan, and then add the arugula afterwards. I usually use balsamic on it, because I like pain, but you do you. You also can use regular potatoes and onions, it does not change anything. Sheet pan meals are your friend, folks, and there's a million of them.

Chickpea And Pumpkin Curry*

So cheap! So tasty! So easy! You can absolutely use canned pumpkin instead of actual pumpkin, and you can throw in other things too - chopped carrots or potatoes, cooked chicken, you name it, to make it go farther. Add more salt to this one though. Don't buy canned pumpkin PIE filling by mistake. I will say that's a mistake you only make once.

Medium Spoons

Singapore Noodles With Crispy Tofu*

VERY cheap, which is probably why it's on a website called Good and Cheap lol. I highly recommend that website if you're on a tight budget, it has absolutely saved my butt a few times. Go easy on the sriracha unless you crave the burn though.

Vegan Butter Chicken (with Amazing Tofu)*

This is a recent favourite. I have some issues with dairy (see... the reason I'm typing this lol) and vegan recipes are kind of helpful because they don't have dairy. Also, I like tofu. This is nice and warm and comforting. Also pretty cheap!

Bacon Brussels Sprouts Fried Rice

Ok I know what you're thinking. "Brussel sprouts? Aren't those disgus-" and that is where you stop because I am looking at you with murderous intent. This is the recipe that made brussel sprouts my favourite vegetable, because the trick is ADDING OIL AND FLAVOR. And NOT. BOILING. THEM. EVER. Fry them! Or bake them in the oven! Do not turn them into horrible goop. Anyways. I love this recipe so much, and there was a period when I was making it, like, every two weeks. Fairly cheap, easy, and so so so comforting and tasty. Also alternatively fry some brussel sprouts in a pan with butter - ok ok ok I'll stop.

Challah Bread

My go to, no fail, I-WILL-make-you-love-me bread recipe. Bread can be tricky and intimidating to figure out because there's a fair amount of intuition with it - I'm not great at it yet. But this recipe has enough other things in it that it's pretty fool proof, and oh my god it's so good guys. It's so lovely. It single-handedly won over the extended family of my partner. Also it'll get fucking huge so fair warning, you'll have a LOT.

Pumpkin Chili

The only chili I make. I'm serious. You can follow it exactly and it will be amazing every time. Can you tell I love pumpkin yet? This is rich and smoky and uuughhh I love it. It takes some time (chopping everything and measuring, mostly) but it's so good and makes a ton of food.

Chickpea Casserole with Lemon, Herbs, and Shallots

You want an actually vegetarian casserole? More importantly, you want leftovers for the next 3 weeks? This is your friend. Takes some time to put all of the ingredients together, but man is it worth it for the amount of food it makes, and it's really nice and fresh.

Twice Baked Chicken Pot Pie Potatoes With Crispy Bacon

Do you like chicken pot pie? This is chicken pot pie, but a million times easier and without needing to make pastry (my partner has to make the pastry in our apartment. Mine is like cardboard). It makes a pie filling's worth of sauce, and I usually bake like 5 potatoes at a time and then keep the sauce separate in the fridge and eat it for a week. You can leave some of the things out if you like and it'll still be good - like in university I didn't want to pay for bacon, so I left it out. Or add something else! Sausage! Turnip! Peas! A protein substitute! More cheese! The world is your potato.

High Spoons

Dark Chocolate Chunk Raspberry Crumb Muffins

I made these recently and oh man are they good. They're now one of my showing-off baked goods. High spoons because they actually do take a fair amount of ingredients and prep time, but it is worth it. (I got ONE of these before I got sent to the hospital. I'm still bitter)

Three Layer Pumpkin Brownies

These ones definitely need a fair amount of time to make. Not a lot of skill! Just time, because of all the layers and needing to chill them. They are very decadent and rich. And also it makes a ton. I make them for Thanksgiving most of the time. And again featuring my best friend, pumpkin lol.

London Fog Earl Grey Tea Cake

Ok you want to show off? Look frigging fancy? Have a tea party? This makes you look fancy as shit. It does take some time to put together, and you do need to be careful with measurements and baking time because it's pretty delicate. But it's absolutely gorgeous when it turns out - light and delicately flavored and sweet.

Eggplant Fatteh - Lands and Flavors

OK so. Unfortunately I don't have a link right now, because hospital wifi is ehhhhh. BUT. It's so good. It's definitely high spoons, and I don't make it very often, because you will be stuck in the kitchen for a long time. Absolutely use premade pasta sauce instead of making it on the fly, unless you're some kind of wizard. It is worth it though, it's very tasty and filling and has a lot of flavor. My partner actively bribes me to make this because he likes it so much.

The stars next to them note that the recipes are on the cheaper side, because my blog is titled Post Millennial Weirdo for a reason, babes.

Enjoy, folks! I'm going to go back to planning the tattoo I'm getting after this shit is over <3

#recipe #recipe list #recipe recommendation #non pinterest links #food #spoons #vegetarian #dessert #dinner #ok but seriously go eat some brussel sprouts and pumpkin #they're your friends #and yeah my gallbladder can go fuck itself

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tastesoftamriel · 3 years ago

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What are some foods you've experienced in your travels that look like they're gonna be disgusting but are actually Really Good?

That's a great question, because in all honesty, most foods just look questionable unless plated up right (and who has time for that?). Anyway, here are a few contenders. I promise that they all taste better than they sound!

Altmer

Raw sea urchin is an Altmeri delicacy, and it's best eaten fresh out of the carapace just like an oyster. Yes, it's alive when you eat it. However, it has a rich, creamy umami flavour which is quite popular with raw seafood lovers. Try it with a dash of yuzu and calamansi sauce!

Argonians

Oh, the things Argonians eat. Waste not, want not, as the old saying goes in Black Marsh, and this definitely applies to food. Cow tongue and snout are two ingredients in a local salad known as rojak cingur. While the meat can be a little chewy if not cooked correctly, the salad itself is a tasty blend of vegetables and fruit in a sweet and spicy sauce. If you imagine it's beef, it's a lot easier to eat!

Bosmer

Eye know you're going to hate the eye-dea of this one. Alright, enough with the bad jokes and down to the truth: smoked eyeballs are surprisingly tasty. What eyeballs, Talviel? Where do the eyeballs come from?! Calm down, they're usually from cow or goat, but fish eyes are also fairly common. Eye cannot speak of the edible qualities of the eyeballs of Men or Mer, nor do I wish to find out.

Bretons

Blood in food is always a tricky one, and the Bretons sure love using it in their food. Horse blood pie sounds more horrific than it tastes, but that is literally the main ingredient. Firm chunks of horse blood pudding and vegetables swim in a red wine and blood sauce, packed nicely in a buttery puff pastry. Definitely one for the carnivores.

Dunmer

The Dark Elves are known for their love of edible insects, and the penchant for munching on fried crickets and mealworms is horrifying to most other races (bar the Argonians and Bosmer). Seasoned with herbs and spices in the same way as potato crisps or popcorn, you really won't notice that you're snacking on bugs if you close your eyes. They're surprisingly crunchy and delicious, especially when dipped in scuttle and comberry jam!

Imperials

We've had blood, eyes, tongue, and nose. How much weirder could things get? Cyrodiil may just top the list with...bull penis. Why? It's perfectly good meat, so why not? I learned to tolerate this specialty during my time in the Imperial City, and it's usually served as a tender casserole with root vegetables. Sometimes the testicles are deep fried in arancini, and served on the side. It's said to be an aphrodisiac, but I haven't needed one of those for a while and can only say that bull penis is an alright food.

Khajiit

Finally, something that isn't related to forbidden meat! The Khajiit really love snacking on a type of fungus called cordyceps, that grows out of the head of live ants. The fungus is left to grow until it engulfs the whole ant's body, which is then dipped in moon sugar and eaten whole. It tastes like a cross between chanterelle and enoki mushrooms, and is slightly chewy. With the moon sugar dipping, it tastes pleasant enough to make you forget that you're eating a zombified ant.

Nords

I've said it before and I'll say it again: there is nothing wrong with eating frostbite spider legs! In fact, I'm going to argue right now that they're better than mudcrab legs. They're bigger, juicier, and more exciting to kill. Remove the hairs, roast on the fire, and to serve just crack open the carapace and slurp them up! Best eaten hot with herbed cured meats and some wine. Just remember, they're just like mudcrab legs...

Orcs

Smoked bone marrow soup is much tastier than it sounds, and is a good way to get the most nutrition out of your food as possible. Bone marrow from cow or mammoth is smoked until fragrant, and is then chopped up and tossed into a rich tomato soup. The tomato brings out the smoky flavour and creamy texture of the marrow, and really hits the spot.

Redguards

In case you weren't aware, the Alik'r is full of giant snakes. Luckily for hungry (and slightly insane) travellers, these snakes are also perfectly edible once the poison gland is removed. The snake is skinned, chopped up into hearty chunks and stewed with okra, string beans, harissa, and onions. It does taste like chicken, and you're doing the desert a favour by getting rid of another pest!

#Asks #Food #Gross food #Tes #The Elder Scrolls #Cooking #World building #Worldbuilding #Tastes of Tamriel #tastesoftamriel #Last one for tonight because I've gotta be up early

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Summary: Being neighbours with a cute boy has some perks. Also, Sam is being the best wingman (no pun intended) he possibly could. [neighbour!chubby!buckyau]

Warnings: Swearing, and some insecurity mentions and some body shaming.

A/N: Hello, quarantine has me writing again as I am officially done uni for the year. So please enjoy this jumble of different AU’s thrown into one. - Amanda

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You have lived next to James Barnes for the last two and a half years and you guys never really talked, just smiles and nods whenever you see him, and occasionally swapping mail that accidentally went to your respective houses, this was mostly because your schedules conflict but also Bucky didn’t know how to talk to a cute girl but he won't mention that part.

You’ve heard rumours about how he was a serial abuser and other nonsense from the neighbourhood, because honestly Anita from five houses down creates random fantasies she might as well be an author.

He was so used to getting stares and glares for his left prosthetic and round stomach, due to the rumours that were spread around the neighbourhood and he always shied away from contact with anyone in the area. You on the other hand? God literally sent you, so warm and loving.

He was working on his car one day, while his cat was outside with him. Looks back to see Alpine and doesn’t see his cat, slight panic until he sees that Alpine wasn’t there, but that cat is everywhere so it doesn’t bother him that much.

He heard soft lo-fi music coming from across the fence, indicating that you were outside. He looks over and sees you sitting there, on your computer between papers and notebooks and his cat sitting with you.

To you, Alpine wasn’t much chaos, in fact, a designer, he would randomly paw at something and it clicked with you that the two outfits look good.

“I’m so sorry, my cat is bothering you.” Bucky called out.

“Not at all, he constantly is spending time over here, love him like he’s my own,” you smiled at him.

“Thank you for looking out for him,” he said, looking down at his feet.

“Not a problem. You look exhausted, come get some coffee!” You exclaimed, with the brightest smile he’s ever seen, plastered onto your face.

“Are you sure?” He didn’t want your reputation to be tainted by having him over for some coffee.

“Come! How do you take your coffee?” you said, trekking back to close all your notebooks because honestly, it's not everyday that your cute neighbour talks to you and work can always wait.

You went inside to make both of you a cup of coffee, his black, and yours with some cream and sugar. You also plated two lemon bars for the two of you, and grabbed a little yogurt from your fridge for Alpine to enjoy.

“I’m surprised you wanted to be seen with me. Especially with all the rumours, I found everyone believing them.”

“Honestly, half of them came from Anita and she is a whackjob. I’m surprised people listen to her.” You said taking a sip of your coffee.

He laughed, “You would be surprised, people look at me like I killed someone.”

“When I first moved in she told the entire neighbourhood that I got a divorce and needed massive space from my ex husband because I found him cheating with one of his juniors. People actually believed it which makes it worse. For like a year I was getting sympathetic looks for a divorce and relationship that didn’t even happen.” You cut a piece of your lemon bar with your fork.

He laughed, and felt so much more comfortable with you, like he has known you for so long. “My old place caught on fire, and I got trapped, lost m’arm. Girl left me because I had no arm, no place to stay, hit rock bottom, gained a few pounds, and Stark helped me by getting me this arm, even though I work for him and he paid for this place for me.” He said looking down, he felt comfortable enough for you to know what happened, but avoided your look, scared of judgement.

You reached out for his flesh hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “You’re doing amazing James, don’t listen to what the neighbourhood chatties have to say. That’s why half of their men turn off their hearing aids when they talk.”

He smiled and you removed your hand, “Bucky.”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Alright, Bucky. So how did Bucky derive from James, because there is no correlation” you said, shoving the piece of lemon bar into your mouth.

“From my middle name, Buchanan, and I guess it stuck with me since.”

“Wait, you work for Stark Industries?” You said realization dawning on you.

“Yeah…” He said unsurely as if you would kick him off your backyard patio set and never talk to him again.

“I provide the latest and never seen before suits to Tony Stark!” You laughed.

“Insurrexon?” He asked.

“Yes sir, the one and only fashion director for Insurrexon.” You said.

He laughed, “So you guys are the reason he prances around his office saying his suit is worth more than everyone’s rent.”

“Sounds like a very Tony thing to do, but yes. I am the cause of that.”

You laughed and spent the remainder of your day talking with Bucky in your backyard while Alpine takes occasional nips at the yogurt left for him.

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Since that day, you and Bucky practically became best friends. With your schedule practically all over the place you two were constantly texting to help compensate for the fact you probably saw him for a total of 10 minutes or less a day.

He noticed some days you were coming home super late and noticed the lights in your washroom and bedroom are the only lights that were on when you came home and after that he assumed you fell asleep. He felt bad knowing you didn’t eat and were constantly on the go and eating probably the most unhealthy things possible just to stay alive. So he would drop you off extra portions of whatever he made.

Or that's what he likes to tell himself. One day on his break he saw the cutest reusable container, it was glass and had little black dresses on it with a hot pink lid, and knew it matched you perfectly. That night he had an extra portion of stir fry and rice leftover in your mailbox with a note saying, ‘make sure you eat something doll’, knowing you would check it before going inside and you would hopefully eat it.

The next day after the longest shift he possibly could have had, he checked his mailbox and saw the container was back in his mailbox, he frowned thinking that you didn’t eat it. He saw a yellow post-it note attached to the top ‘thanks for looking out for me, btw the stir fry was delicious’ and he smiled, picking up the container he noticed it was quite weighty. He opened it and saw a slice of red velvet cake, keeping the grin on his face, he closed the container, gathered his mail and went inside.

And that started the entire back and forth exchange of goods.

He would cook dinner for you to enjoy at night when you come home and leave it for you, the next day he got his container back with a form of a baked good.

Everyday on his way home, he was thinking of things to make you to impress you, there were lasagnas, soups with garlic bread, steaks with mashed potatoes, and he always went above and beyond to make it with love for you.

You on the other hand found it so sweet and kept giving him cute little desserts you would bake such as cupcakes, cheesecakes, and cookies, and when you couldn’t bake anything, you would make sure to pick something up on your way home from work.

This clockwork happened almost all the time.

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Bucky was in the break room at work with Sam and Steve, and Bucky couldn’t help but gush about how cute he found you.

“Aw Baby Bucky has a crushy wushy on his cute neighbour,” Sam said, reaching for his cheeks to pinch them.

“Knock it off Wilson,” Bucky said, rolling his eyes.

“Buck, I haven’t seen you this happy since Dot,” Bucky winced at the mention of his ex.

“She seems to like you, and enjoys your company, make a move,” Steve said, nudging his ribs.

“She doesn’t look at me that way,” Bucky muttered.

“Buck, she literally ignores what everyone said and openly hangs out with you, I think she likes you.” Bucky felt a little string of hope when Steve said that, but couldn’t help but feel insecure.

He was 34 years old, slightly overweight and had a prosthetic and was IT director for Stark Industries. You on the other hand were slightly younger than him at 30 years old, but, god took his time creating you, you were beautiful inside and out, had a killer personality and worked as a fashion director for one of the biggest fashion chains in North America. You two were on two different levels and you were nowhere in his league.

“So Buck, when are you gonna cook me dinner?” Sam said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Not in your lifetime.” Bucky retaliated, feeling a buzz in his pocket, he pulled out his phone and saw it was you and instantly smiled.

“His girlfriend messaged him, that's why he’s all smiley” Sam nudged him once again.

The three of them continued talking until Brock Rumlow, the resident dick and lead prosthetic designer walked in.

Brock pushed passed Bucky to get something from the cabinets. Brock had an attitude problem with everyone and it was still surprising that he worked at Stark Industries. “James Barnes has a girlfriend? Does she close her eyes when she fucks you? Because you are hideous.”

“Rumlow,” Steve warned.

And that’s when Bucky felt coffee trickle down his skin and the scent of coffee engulfed his nose. “Hope your girlfriend cleans you up, she might as well throw you out.” Rumlow said pushing past him.

“Buck-” Sam started before making a beeline to the mens washroom.

Bucky stood in the mirror and looked at himself, his hair was drenched with coffee, his cream coloured cardigan and white shirt were covered in brown coffee splotches, his pants and shoes got minimal damage. He dunked his head over the sink and tried washing out his hair.

As his head was over the sink, there were tears in his eyes. Of course his neighbour wouldn’t like him, he was weak. He looked in the mirror knowing he would have to sit in his coffee stained outfit for the rest of the day.

“Buck? Stark wants to see you whenever you come out.” Steve said from the other side of the door, giving him some space.

He managed to murmur out an “okay” knowing Steve’s quality hearing would have heard him. It took him a solid 30 minutes before he made his way to Stark’s office. “You wanted to see me?” Bucky said walking in.

“Ah yes, I heard about the coffee incident in the break room.” Tony said.

“Sorry about that.”

“Not your fault, it’s Rumlow’s. Also how do you deal with Sam? I heard him screeching from here about how he was gonna, and I quote ‘Brock Rumlow’s shit so hard he wouldn’t have seen it coming.’”

“A lot of alcohol and tuning him out.”

“Makes sense.” Tony reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “Take this, go buy something to wear. Can’t have my top IT director brewing in coffee like he’s a piece of tiramisu.”

“No Stark I can’t take this, you’ve done a lot already.”

“Nonsense. Take Sam and Steve with you, I can’t hear Sam screeching about fighting someone for the rest of the day, that’s gonna be one hell of an HR complaint I’m gonna have to deal with.”

“You got it.”

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And that is how Bucky, Sam and Steve spent two hours walking around Brooklyn attempting to find clothes for Bucky. Bucky couldn’t find anything that made him feel right, it was emphasizing his stomach which he didn’t want to show off.

This kept making Bucky smaller, and he didn’t want to be out anymore. Sam kept trying to hype him and Steve was reassuring that he looked fine. But after that altercation in the break room, they understood that he wasn’t in the best mood and just wanted to go back to the office and have this Friday be over.

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You were sitting in a tiny coffee shop called Dream Bean with Wanda and Natalia planning for the next collection that was supposed to drop for Valentine’s Day, the ‘Love Bomb’ collection.

“I’m thinking colours like pastels, reds, pinks, whites.” Wanda said.

“So take Valentine’s Day and throw it into a collection?” Natalia said.

“Pretty much.” You stated.

“Makes sense.” Natalia stated, taking a sip of her iced latte.

“Is this more date night and sexy lingerie?” Wanda asked, working out a sketch in her notebook.

“I mean a lot of people are single on Valentine’s Day, so why not make it a feel good collection.” You stated nonchalantly, sitting back into your chair and taking a sip of your iced coffee.

“Oh, I love having a creative genius,” Wanda exclaimed, brushing her pencil gently across the sketchbook.

“I mean it's a part of my job description,” you laughed, taking a sip out of your iced coffee and looked out the window. You noticed a familiar face. Bucky. Your heart skipped a beat, until you saw that he was drenched in coffee. Your heart hurt for him.

“Hey? Hello? Anyone home?” Natalia waved in front of your face.

“Oh sorry.”

“You okay?” Wanda asked.

“I just saw my neighbour-”

“Oh the cute one you’re so smitten by?” Nat wiggled her brows.

“The dinner one! Aw he’s so cute and treats her well.” Wanda said.

“He was covered in coffee and he seemed upset.” You started, wishing you could do something for him. That’s when it clicked with you, “Do we have any samples from the ‘No Guidance’ collection?”

“I think there are copies in my office.”

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Bucky got back to work and sat in his chair, and ran his hands over his face. He felt horrible and nothing could make this day better. Rumlow’s words managed to hit deeper than he wanted it too. Usually, Bucky was very dismissive about what Rumlow said, but now that you were a part of his life, it hit deeper.

The elevator dinged, signalling someone was coming up. Secretly he was hoping it was the grim reaper ready to come collect him. “Package for-” He read the package, “James Barnes?”

“That’s me.” He said not even looking up. When he did, he was greeted by a massive navy blue box with a yellow ribbon tied around it, and saw some white text but couldn’t make out what it said due to the distance. “Thank you.”

He noticed that the box said ‘Insurrexon’ and was confused. That was the company that you worked for. He untied it and was greeted by a white paper with black pen ink staining the paper on top of the red wrapping paper protecting whatever was in the box.

‘Was in a meeting when I saw you drenched in coffee and wanted to help you out. Hope you like it. Also, can’t have my chef soaking wet, it could get him sick’ and it was signed off with your name.

His heart burst with awe at the fact she went out of her way to get him clothes so he wasn’t wet. Part of him was embarrassed that she saw him in that state, but the joy overtook that feeling. He took the clothes to the washroom and was going to change.

He worried that he wouldn’t fit in it, but as he slid the items on, it fit. Maybe you did have a good knowledge at measurements and knew what would fit.

He looked himself in the mirror and grinned at the fact she picked an all black outfit with a light washed denim jacket and some black combat boots, he was upset at the fact that she knew how big he was, but was overtaken by happiness as his neighbour, someone he took such an interest in, picked this out, out of the goodness of her own heart.

Once he walked out of the washroom he was whistled at by Sam, “Looking good girl.”

“I thought you didn’t like anything.” Steve stated.

“His lovely girl at Insurrexon sent him stuff,” Sam said, holding up the note with his hands.

“Hey!” Bucky grabbed it. “None of your business.”

“Alright ‘chef’.” Sam mocked.

Bucky reached out to slap Sam’s head. “Hey, hey, hey, no workplace violence!” Steve said, breaking it up.

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It was the end of the day and Bucky had to drop reports back off to Tony. He walked in and gave him all the files that Tony needed. “Is that Insurrexon?”

“Yeah,” he responded.

“Look at you go, getting into the big leagues, huh?” Tony punched his shoulder, “Wait, was it on my credit card?” Tony nearly cried out.

“No-”

“Wait, this collection didn’t even come out yet. How did you get this and how much did you spend?” Tony cried out.

“One of my friends work for Insurrexon and sent it to me for free.”

“Was it a lady friend?” Tony wiggled his eyebrows. Bucky blushed, “IT WAS! But honestly Tinman, you had a long day. Go home, get some rest, spend some time with your girl. I’ll see you Monday.” Tony said shooing Bucky out of his office.

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Upon reaching home, Bucky realized how expensive the brand truly was, and the amount of hype behind it. He also realized that Tony wasn’t lying and this was a collection that didn’t even come out yet, yet you still gave him a copy of it. He paced around his living room, even though his paycheque said he made quite the amount of money, the worth of this collection laughed at that amount. He couldn’t possibly pay it back. He was running through scenarios on how to bring it up and pay her back. He finally looked back at the clothing that he folded and put into a bag to return, and saw Alpine looking up at him, “What should I do, bud?” Alpine just meowed back at him before leaving and returning to wherever he was.

It was close to eight pm when he noticed that you came back home. Your car was in your driveway, and your living room light was on. He had to pump himself up before walking over to your door, he knocked on it three times before you opened it.

You looked even more beautiful, and he didn’t even know it was possible. There you were, makeup free, hair dampened signalling you showered, a pair of black shorts, and an oversized grey NASA shirt. He noticed you were on the phone and mouthed, “I’ll come back later.” He turned around and was about to walk off.

That’s when you grabbed his flesh wrist and pulled him inside. Closing the door behind him, he kicked off his shoes and admired your living room. He was unsure if he should sit, he looked at you as you were talking to whoever it was. You looked back at him, and signalled for him to sit down. He cautiously sat on your couch. Pen in your hand, you wrote on the post-it note.

“That’s just gonna delay ‘FIVE’ and we’re going to have to push back ‘Love Bomb’ which will have to be scrapped until next year,” you said running your hand through your hair.

Whoever was on the other line said something, you sighed, “It’s a Friday night, I can’t worry about this. Send out an email scheduling an interview on Tuesday for all the directors of different divisions.”

He admired you, even in comfortable clothes, you were a business woman strategizing ways to not prevent any delays. “Yeah, so me, Nat, Wanda, Okoye, Nebula, Val, Carole and Erik.” You wrote it down on your little post-it note, “Alright, thanks Gamora. Have a good weekend.” You said before hanging up.

You turned around being greeted by Bucky sitting there, “Hi,” he said letting out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Hi there. Sorry about that, work has my ass on a platter right now,” you said, chuckling, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It’s okay,” he looked down and remembered why he came, “You didn’t have to do what you did.”

“And what was it I did?” You asked ridding your dining room table of the computer and a few sheets of paper that were littered across the table.

“Give me clothes.” He responded watching your movements.

“Bucky, it’s not a problem. You looked upset and I wanted to help you,” and after those words left your mouth, his heart nearly exploded into tiny pieces.

“I can’t possibly pay you back for this. Even Tony said it was too expensive.” Bucky said rambling.

“Bucky, do not worry about it. You don’t have to pay me back,” you said gently.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

“If you want to do something, hang out with me,” you said.

“Pardon?”

“We could order dinner? Dessert? Mario Kart? I am open to criticism.” You said jokingly.

“I’d like that,” Bucky said grinning from ear to ear.

“Alright soldier, what are you craving?”

“Pizza?” He said.

“Alright.”

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Of course it was a Friday night and your favourite pizza joint had an hour wait time before they could make your order, and don’t forget the 30 minute delivery window. And honestly, you both didn’t mind and enjoyed each other’s company. Yet here you were sitting on your couch playing Mario Kart together. “I fell off again,” he grumbled at rainbow road.

“Hah- oh no,” you said, getting blue-shelled.

“I just fell off, how can I possibly fall off again?” He exclaimed.

“No no no, don’t red shell me.” You said, rushing to the finish line. The moment you crossed it, ‘FINISH’ flashed across the screen.

Bucky got up at the sound of the knock on the door, “Pizza’s here.”

“Oh, use my card to pay!” You said going to get your wallet from your bag.

“No Doll, I owe you,” he went to the door.

You stood hovered over your bag due to your cheeks burning from him calling you ‘Doll’. You went to the kitchen and grabbed two plates, and two cups getting ready to set the table. Bucky joined you in the dining room with the extra large pepperoni pizza, wings and soda.

For some reason, to the both of you, this felt right. Like this is something that you two should be constantly doing. You two were laughing at childhood stories, work stories and other funny things that have happened to you two. He helped you clean up the table and wrap up the extras.

You took out two pieces of plum cobbler and warmed it up, “Ice cream?” you asked.

“Do you have?” Bucky asked.

“What kind of girl would I be if I didn’t have any?” You joked.

“You have a point,” he laughed.

You two were back at the dining room table. Bucky let out a heavenly groan as he took a bite of the plum cobbler, “I love plum so much, and this tastes amazing.”

“Plum is that fruit that you can always enjoy,” you said, taking a bite of your own.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, where do you get these desserts? They’re amazing,” he said, taking another bite.

You sheepishly said, “I bake the majority of them.”

“They’re amazing, doll. Maybe you should get out of the fashion industry and get into baking.” He joked.

“I don’t know about that part,” you chuckled, “Wanda and Nat might have my head on a stick if I leave.”

“You guys are that close?” Bucky asked.

“Practically attached by the hip. We met in freshman year of college because of this stupid textile course. Here we are ten years later, in the same company. What about you? Any close friends that are work friends but would also commit manslaughter if you left the company?”

He laughed at the comment, “I have Steve, him and I have been friends since childhood and he kept getting beat up in alleys and I had to save him. Then there’s Sam, the drama queen. Him and I met through Steve.”

You nodded your head, signalling you understood. “I don’t want to intrude, but what happened today? Why was there coffee all over you?”

He shifted in his seat, “Oh, uh.”

“You don’t have to answer. I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I’m feeling much better now, sugar,” he said, grabbing your hand and giving a gentle squeeze with his flesh hand.

“That’s all that matters,” You said squeezing back

The two of you continued eating your dessert in harmony, occasionally making jokes.

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Bucky didn’t want to go, but it was nearly 1:30 am and he should probably let you sleep. He was strategically trying to leave the clothes on your couch without you noticing, which obviously failed.

You leaned against your door with one bag containing the clothes you gave him and the other containing leftovers and a good portion of the plum cobbler he seemed to enjoy. “Goodnight,” he said, prior to trying to walk off your porch.

“Wait, Bucky?” You asked.

He turned around, “Yes sugar?”

You hugged him, at first he couldn’t believe it, but knew this possibly wouldn’t happen again and hugged back. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Anytime doll,” he was so ecstatic, he didn’t notice that you slipped the two bags into his hands.

“See you around?” You asked, sheepishly.

“Of course.”

You let out a smile, “Night Bucky,” before the door closed.

He smiled, before realizing she slipped him food and the clothes. He shook his head and trekked his way home.

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Over the next 2 weeks, you and Bucky got so much more closer. He came to Insurrexon when she was in and could take breaks. Other than that you tried to meet up at random diners, restaurants, bakeries, wherever was convenient to the both of you.

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It was a Friday afternoon and Bucky was irritated, Brock was making sly comments about him knowing that Bucky heard it. And on several occasions, Steve had to hold back Sam from swinging and Sam stating that, “Rumlow isn’t ready for this smoke.”

Bucky sat at his desk looking over the file Tony gave him this morning and making notes in the margin for him and Bruce to look over once Monday hit. He felt someone’s presence next to him, “Brock I don’t wanna deal with this right now,” he mumbled out, not even looking up.

“Brock? From Pokémon? I always thought I was more of a Rosa from Black and White two,” you joked.

Once he heard the familiar voice, his head snapped up and grinned, leaning back into his chair, “Thought you were more of a May from Sapphire.”

You laughed, “Is that my favourite fashion director from Insurrexon?” Tony called out.

“Of course it is,” you turned to Tony, smiled and pushed back your hair.

“Are you bringing me some new designs? Or are you terrorizing my IT director?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“I prefer the second one.”

Bucky enjoyed the banter between you and Tony, “Then you are banished from my company.”

“Before you banish me, can you at least let me steal your IT director for an hour for coffee? I will bring him back in perfect condition.” You pleaded.

Tony pretended to think, “Fine, I’ll give you an hour and fifteen, but I want him back in mint condition.”

You said, “Scouts honour.”

Bucky got up and stretched his knees, “If anything comes up, let Sam deal with it until I get back.”

“I would rather not, I’ll pass it off to Banner and hopefully he doesn’t rage out.” Tony joked.

“See you at the Rocket fashion show in a few weeks?” You asked Tony.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll bring Tinman with me,” he joked.

“Doll, meet me at the elevator? I want to pass my file to Banner before I leave.” Bucky asked.

“Of course. Bye Tony,” you said before walking back to the elevator you just rode up.

Bucky grabbed the file off the desk, “So this is the girl who has my Bucky Barnes smitten?” Tony said, examining his movement.

He blushed and stuttered, “N-no, where did you get that from?”

“Buck, you literally called her doll, and the way you look at her says otherwise,” Tony said, “Don’t let her slip out of her fingers, she is a wonderful person and I can tell that she genuinely likes you back,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed him a card, “It’s on me, now go get your girl.”

“Thanks Tony,” Bucky murmured out.

“Don’t worry Buck, now I will pass this on to the big guy,” Tony spoke, taking the file out of his hand.

Bucky met you at the elevator, you were leaning against the wall on your phone waiting for him. He finally took in how gorgeous you looked today. A quarter sleeve baby blue button up that was fashionably tucked into the high waisted dark blue skinny jeans, some black heels and rose gold jewelry to accent it all. “You ready Doll?”

“Been ready, let’s get some coffee. You look like you need it.” You said.

He smiled and pressed the button for down, you two were laughing and Bucky’s face dropped when the elevator doors opened. Rumlow. He got in, and you could feel the tension. You grabbed his hand and reassuringly squeezed it and kept your fingers interlocked.

Earlier when you were walking in the building, you ran into Steve and Sam by accident who were coming in from their ‘afternoon stroll’ and Sam went off and told you everything about Rumlow. “You know you don’t deserve someone like Chubs over there, why don’t you get with me instead, I’ll show you a good time.” Rumlow said.

“And you don’t deserve a job here, I can’t wait to go to Tony and let him know there’s a harassment claim against one of his employees. He wouldn’t like to hear that his favourite company can’t be providing him fashion anymore because of a harassment claim, would he now?” You gritted.

“Bitch,” Rumlow muttered before getting off.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Bucky said, trying to let go of your hand.

You kept a grip on his hand, “I don’t have to, but I do. You don’t deserve any of that.” “So where do we wanna go?” Bucky said.

“Up to you,” you smiled at him.

“Well, we are going somewhere expensive because Tony gave me his card,” he chuckled.

You laughed, “Can’t wait.”

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You stuck out your tongue, turned back around and walked in the direction of your home.

You and Bucky enjoyed your time at the cafe. He ordered a large black coffee and a plum tart, you ordered a large iced coffee and a rainbow bit cake. His hour was up and you were walking him back to Stark Industries. Your left hand in his right hand, everything about this seems normal.

You two laughed in harmony. You turned towards him, “I’m done for the rest of the day. Movie tonight?” You asked.

“Of course.”

Bucky was about to walk off, before you called out, “Hey Bucky?”

He turned back, “Yeah doll?”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, and pulled him closer to you. You planted a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes widened, upon realization, he kissed you back.

You pulled away, “I promised Tony his IT director back, I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

He kissed your knuckles, “I can’t wait.”

You were walking away, but turned back. “Also, don’t kill Sam. He told me everything.”

He blushed then realization hit him as to what you just said and let out a loud groan, “You two are the sneakiest.”

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