#International Hot and Spicy Food Day

[starrywangxian]

happy international hot and spicy food day to wei wuxian

(Image Description: The cover art for the extra episode Glutinous Rice Congee from the Chinese MDZS audio drama drawn in a cute simplistic comic style. There are two rows of tables with characters sat at it with Wei Wuxian in the bottom left hand corner. The character in the back row to the left is Lan Qiren. He is red in the face covering his mouth with red liquid around his fingers and his hand is slamming against the table holding a sign that reads zero in Hanzi (零). Lan Wangji is next to him in the back row in the middle. He is sipping on a bowl with a small amount of red liquid dripping over the top of the bowl, his eats are red and a bead of sweat is on his right cheek. He is gripping a sign that has the Hanzi for ten (拾). In the table in front of him has a plack with his name written on it like he's a judge in a contest. Next to him in the back row on the right end of the table is Jiang Cheng. He is looking at Lan Wangji to his left with a look of disbelief and much judgement (typical jc behaviour). He's holding a sign that says the Hanzi for the number three (叁). In the front row to the left is Lan Jingyi. His tongue is out and he is red in the face and on his ears. He is looking very worriedly at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of red glutinous rice congee with a soup in the bowl and a little of the liquid has spilled onto the table. He has a name plack in front of him too and he's holding a sign that has the number one in Hanzi (壹) on it. Lan Sizhui is sat next to him in the front row to the right. He has a slight blush on his cheeks and ears. His mouth is open in an O shape and he's looking at Lan Qiren. On the table in front of him is a bowl of the glutinous rice congee and he has a name plack. He's holding a sign in his left hand with the number eight in Hanzi (捌) on it. Wei Wuxian is in the bottom left hand corner smiling with his eyes closed holding a big steaming pot of glutinous rice congee with cloth to act as oven gloves. Rising from the pot is a mist of red and little stars. He has a slight blush to his cheeks and he's wearing a pink-ish white bandana on his head. There is a little heart to the right of him <3)

[subby-sab]

Today is 16th of January.

Today is International Hot and Spicy Food Day, Book Publisher's Day, National Quinoa Day.

[rabbitcruiser]

International Chicken Wing Day

Crispy, juicy, spicy or sweet, the ultimate finger food that's perfect for game nights, parties, or any occasion. What's not to love?

Chickens can’t actually fly with them but so many people still have a great appreciation for their wings–especially when it comes to International Chicken Wing Day!

This is the day to enjoy, appreciate and celebrate everything that has to do with chicken wings, so get ready to observe International Chicken Wing Day.

History of International Chicken Wing Day

Historical records have shown that chickens were raised in China and Southeast Asia as long as 10,000 years ago, but people weren’t yet eating them–they were raised to be used in cockfights.

Evidence found of an ancient city in Israel does show that chickens were likely kept there for food, probably between 200 and 400 BC. But the enjoyment of chickens on a large scale in Europe seems to not have appeared until around the first century BC.

Of course, eating the wings of the chicken is a different experience than eating other parts. But it has certainly been enjoyed for many centuries. In fact, the oldest recipe for chicken wings that has been uncovered comes from China in 750 AD, known as the Imperial Consort Chicken Wing.

Chicken wings in Indonesia are marinated in tamarind and other spices and then braised in coconut water before serving. Most Mexican grocers provide their patrons with canned chipotle chiles in adobo, which makes a perfect sauce for fiery chipotle chicken wings. Those traveling to Japan would likely find chicken wings that are marinated in sake and sansho pepper, served with freshly squeezed lemon juice.

It wasn’t until 1964 that the idea for cooking spicy Buffalo wings came to America. Perhaps it should be noted that buffalo do not, in fact, have wings. Instead, Buffalo wings are named for the city in which they were first created: Buffalo, New York, USA. Their spicy sauce often comes in grades of heat from mild to “insanity”.

Eating chicken has grown in popularity over the centuries, for a variety of reasons. But in 2014 in the United States, a place that has usually preferred beef over chicken, the consumption of chicken surpassed that of beef. This may have to do with affordability as well as the fact that Americans are becoming more health conscious, but it also could have to do with the popularity of chicken wings!

So whether enjoying chicken wings cooked in Chinese style, Buffalo style, Indonesian style or some other way, International Chicken Wing Day is all about appreciating this tasty part of the chicken.

International Chicken Wing Day Timeline

750 AD

First recipe for chicken wings

Related to a love story between an Emperor and his mistress, the Imperial Consort Chicken Wing recipe is the first in history to be documented.

1964

Buffalo wings are invented

In the town of Buffalo, New York, a restaurant owner makes up a last minute recipe to feed her son and his group of friends.

1977

First International Chicken Wing Day is celebrated 

Proud of the impression his city had made on the world with its wings, the Mayor of Buffalo, Stan Makowski, makes International Chicken Wing Day official.

1982

Buffalo Wild Wings opens for business 

In the midwestern city of Columbus, Ohio, Buffalo Wild Wings starts near the campus of Ohio State University.

2018

Record for Most Buffalo Wings Eaten 

At the Philadelphia Wing Bowl, this record by Molly Schulyer is set for eating 501 wings in 30 minutes.

How to Celebrate International Chicken Wing Day

Observe International Chicken Wing Day in a variety of ways, like trying out some of these ideas:

Go Out to a Restaurant for Chicken Wings

Grab a few friends and head out to a restaurant or bar that serves Buffalo wings, Chinese chicken wings or some other style, this is a great time to order a bucket, plate or platter and dig right in.

In the US, those searching for the American style Buffalo wings might find them at one of these places:

Wingstop. With tons of flavors and bold dry rubs, like garlic parmesan and lemon pepper, as well as sauces from mild to “atomic”, Wingstop has delicious offerings for just about anyone’s preferences at their more than 1300 locations throughout the US, Asia, Europe and Central America.

Buffalo Wild Wings. Started in 1982, this is one of the oldest wing chains in the US. With more than 1200 locations, try unique flavors like Mango Habanero, Teriyaki or Honey BBQ.

Zaxby’s. This chicken chain originating in the southern US offers fast food with great taste. Try Teriyaki, Wimpy, Hot Honey Mustard, Sweet Spicy, Nuclear and Insane.

Kentucky Fried Chicken (KFC). Sure, they didn’t start out selling only the wings, but KFC has been in the business for a long time. Kentucky Fried Wings come in several flavors and can be found in their impressive 25,000 restaurants all throughout the world.

Try Making Chicken Wings at Home

International Chicken Wing Day seems like the ideal time to try out some new recipes for making chicken wings at home. Grab a couple of pounds of wings from the grocery store, invite some friends or family members over, and get started on making some new recipes for wings.

Whether breaded, marinated, or covered in sauce, a wing-making adventure is sure to please. It might even be fun to have guests bring their favorite version of barbecue sauce or hot sauce to have a taste test and share preferences together.

Learn Fun Facts About Chicken Wings

If International Chicken Wing Day is all about celebrating this delicious food, then maybe friends or coworkers will be impressed when you share these tidbits of chicken wing trivia with them:

A record for the most chicken wings eaten in 30 minutes was set in 2018 by Molly Schulyer when she ate 501 chicken wings.

Chicken bones can be deadly. Several people have died due to choking on chicken bones or getting them lodged in their throats. Be careful!

Buffalo wings gained popularity due to the Buffalo Bills, an American football team who made it to the Super Bowl four times in a row.

Get Adventurous with Wing Sauce

Although it is certainly not the only way to eat chicken wings, spicy sauce is many people’s favorite. But there are so many types of sauces to choose from that a person could spend a lot of time just trying them. Perhaps this could become a hobby for a chicken wing lover?

International Chicken Wing Day is a great time to get started trying out all sorts of different flavors of sauce. Some of the wing restaurants mentioned above even make their own sauces available in bottles at their restaurants or at local grocery stores.

The most adventurous and hard core wing eaters might get bragging rights for trying the hottest of the hot sauces. For instance, Zaxby’s has a hot sauce called “Nuclear”. Buffalo Wild Wings has been known to offer their wings served up with “Blazin’ Carolina Reaper” sauce. And Wingstop’s hottest sauce is simply referred to as “Atomic”.

International Chicken Wing Day FAQs

Are chicken wings healthy?

Chicken wings can be part of a healthy diet, particularly when they are baked and not fried. They���re almost completely carb free. Just be careful not to over indulge!

Can chicken wings be cooked from frozen?

Yes, chicken wings can be cooked from frozen in an instant pot, air fryer or baked in the oven.

Do chicken wings have gluten?

In themselves, chicken wings do not have gluten but, if they are breaded, then they might contain gluten.

Are chicken wings white meat?

Yes, chicken wings are considered to be white meat.

Should chicken wings be marinated?

Although they don’t have to be, chicken wings that are marinated have a great flavor.

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[queenpiranhadon]

𝙰/𝙽: This was actually really cute and really fun to write <33 This is apart of @pretty-sparkle-bomb 's Dynamight GZG event so go check out the other works once they're released!! Here's my masterlist!

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): Nothing really, Bakugou experiences a breakup (not with you) pining, coffee shop AU, I don't think reader's gender is specified but it's written with f!reader in mind <3

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): CEO!Bakugou x Barista!Reader

Katsuki Bakugou wasn't a man for sweet things.

That was the first thing you noticed about him when he first came into the coffee shop.

The CEO of the well known company known as Dynamight, he came in to the cafe where you worked regularly with a pretty woman you eventually came to realize was his girlfriend.

They were a nice pair, and though you felt a little guilty for it, you couldn't help but check out the CEO himself. He had gone viral on the internet only a year ago for becoming one of the youngest successful entrepreneurs of all time, launching his spicy food globally. With striking red eyes, spiky hair that looked like it would be soft to the touch (not that you would, even though you really wanted to), and his voice, god his voice, you could go on and on about how husky and gravelly his voice was, deep and commanding, one could immediately tell he was a businessman just from his authoritative tone.

However, he was kind. You could see it in the way he always opened the door for his girlfriend, treating her with the utmost care.

They were the perfect couple.

From what you could tell, he was a man of routine. Because every single day, without fail, he'd order the same exact thing. Two medium iced americanos, one with milk, and one without. It came to the point where you'd always start off your morning by making said two cups before anything else, knowing they'd come by to pick it up anyways.

Until one day, he came alone.

He didn't order anything this time, instead just quietly shuffling into the booth he normally took with such a hollow expression on his face it pained you as well.

You weren't close, you and Bakugou, but seeing his gentle demeanor gone in an instant, replaced with such a cold and hard shell made your heart clench.

It was strange, though you felt fleeting moments of attraction for the man (you'd never overstep boundaries though, respecting his relationship (?) ) and yet, you...cared.

It was strange, you thought, how you frowned and told your coworker to cover for you for a few minutes, and this time, stepping out of the routine you were used to.

It was strange, not making the americano you were used to, now trying something new.

Thinking about Bakugou, and what you noticed of him from the past few months of daily coffee visits, you decided that maybe, just maybe, he needed something new too.

Adding a few ice cubes to make the coffee relent its hot temperature, you put a lid on the cup and walk over to his booth, placing it on his table.

"Here." you say softly. "On the house."

Bakugou looks up at you and blinks, surprised, staring at you as if he was drinking you in for the first time ever.

You chuckle awkwardly, unsure of what to do, internally panicking that you overstepping your boundaries.

"You looked a little, uh...downcast? I figured getting something in your system might make you feel better." You smile gently. "I know it's not what you usually order, but I figured a change of pace might be nice."

Bakugou clears his throat and coughs out a thanks, under his breath. It's not much, but you feel your heart warm all the same.

You watch as he sips it gingerly, eyes widening as he tastes the sweet flavor.

"Is this...caramel?" He murmurs, surprised.

You swallow thickly, nervous. "Yeah, I made a caramel macchiato for you..! ...Do you like it?"

Bakugou smiles, a rare, genuine soft smile, as he clears his throat and takes another sip. "Yeah, s'good...m'not usually one for sweet things, but...I think yer right. Maybe I needed a change of pace."

You smile warmly and look back at your coworker, who's calling you over to help out in the kitchens.

You look back over at the blonde apologetically, his eyes still trained on you, nodding in understanding as you tell him that you're needed elsewhere, but to not hesitate to call you if he needed anything.

As you walk away, you don't notice the red eyes still trained on your retreating form.

Bakugou scolds himself. His girlfriend has dumped him only last night and now he can't get your damn smile out of his head.

When you return from the kitchen, you see Bakugou's booth empty, sans a $50 tip and a card that reads "Call me." with a number on it.

You can't help but feel the butterflies erupt in your stomach, trying to tame your flustered face as you quickly pocket the money and card and rush back to your counter, now replaying your interaction with the man over and over in your head.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't a man for sweet things.

But you? You might be the exception.

[texas-gothic]

Dracula Daily Prep: Gather Your Paprikash!

It's that time of year again. Even as we speak, Jonathan Harker has departed for Transylvania, and the unhallowed halls of Castle Dracula. And as he makes his way towards that foreboding country, he will encounter a singular, most enticing of dishes: Paprika Hendl, or as we might know it better, Chicken Paprikash!

This traditional Central European dish explodes in popularity each May as we all gather around our virtual mess hall to enjoy the spirit of this most influential of gothic novels. Perhaps you yourself are considering throwing together a pot this year? Well, if you are, let this be your guide.

So, first, let's discuss the most important of the ingredients here: authentic hungarian paprika. Now, the recipe I first used last year called only for Sweet Paprika, but I personally found that version to be a little bland. I'm remedying this by adding some Hot Paprika as well. However, this is just my personal experimentation. Hungarian Hot Paprika can in fact be very hot, so if you're not comfortable with anything too spicy, feel free to opt only for the Sweet Paprika.

(Both of these I had to order online.)

Next, is another very important addition. As youre gathering your basic cornerstones of cooking (namely yellow onion, roma tomato, and garlic for this recipe) you may find yourself passing up on something that could vastly improve your dish. I'm talking, of course, about Hungarian Wax Peppers. These peppers range in heat, from meak and mild to slightly hotter than you'd average jalapeño. As per instruction, you should only use one. But on my end, I found the single pepper to be a little underwhelming, and I had trouble picking out it's flavor. So, this year, I'll be using two of them.

I got these from Central Market, an upmarket gorcer on Westheimer. They're a cousin of HEB, and you can find one or two in every major city in Texas. If you're elsewhere, try an alternative like Whole Foods, or try to find a European or International food market in your area.

Next, let's talk chicken. You can't have Chicken Paprkiash without the chicken, after all.

You're going to want to go with dark meat cuts for this. Traditionally the dish would use a mix of legs and thighs. Personally, I suggest using only the thighs, which you'll want to get bone-in and skin-on. The thigh provides a flater surface for browning than the leg, as well as more meat.

(A note on food safety, raw chicken will usually only last 2-3 days in the fridge. So you'll want to grab that fairly close to the day you're actually cooking this. If not, you can do what I'll be doing, and sticking it in the freezer until about 24 hours before I start cooking.)

So, as you gather your meat, produce, and spice you're probably asking yourself, "what on Earth am I going to be eating this with?" And the answer to that is spaetzle! A popular dumpling present in lots of Central European cooking, this is exactly what you need to tie this all together.

Now, while you should be able to find some in the international isle of most major grocers, you might also have to visit an international food store, or perhaps something more upmarket. If none of these options work, then there are a variety of other side dishes that work just as well. Egg noodles are a very popular choice, and in my very American attempt last year, I found that mashed potatoes work especially well.

Now that you've got all these things together, you're very nearly done. All that's left is the thickener. Paprikash is thickened using a blend of flour, heavy whipping cream, and sour cream. We'll get onto preparing this mixture in my post on actually cooking the paprikash, but until then, acquiring them should be a cake walk at any place food items are sold.

Now that will conclude the actual grocery list for just the Paprikash itself, but I do have one more pointer on how to really liven up this meal. Now, if you're under 21 or if perhaps you take after our dear, depraved, beloathed Count

Then you can skip this next bit. As a wine professional myself, I find that a well paired glass can add a tremendous flare to nearly any already great dinner. In the case of something like Chicken Paprkiash, and keeping with the Central European theme, I could hardly think of a better match than a good German Pinot Noir, also known as a Spatburgunder. Pinot from Germany typically has a very light body and a refreshing acidity that plays very well with the rich and creamy sauce of Chicken Paprikash. The palate of earth and red fruit should always pair nicely with the smoke of the paprika, as well as being a general good partner for any chicken. I myself am going with this 2020 Rheingau from August Kesseler.

And with that, we are done! Hit those checkout isles and make sure to get home before dark. Terrible things have sway over the world once the sun has gone down. So if the crowd does keep you locked up until nightfall, make sure to graciously accept any crucifixes given to you by kindly, elderly grandmothers and inn keepers. But whatever you do, make sure to pop in on Friday, when I'll be sharing a step by step guide on taking these ingredients and turning them into a dinner that will make our good friend Jonathan go red as a fire truck!

Happy Dracula Week everybody!

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Reasons why Katsuki Bakugou is your puppy; a list.

🜸 He gets annoyed/clingy if you try to leave the house. Like, if you are in need of something from the store and try to leave while he’s napping, his eyes are snapping open and he’s sleepily grumbling and questioning where you’re going without him. More often than not, hero work leaves him absolutely exhausted so you have to gently explain that you’re only going for a pint of milk, so it’s not worth getting up. He starts pouting then, grunting out a “fine then” and angrily nestling himself back under the blanket.

🜸 So more often than not you have to buy him a special treat from the store to make up for being mean and leaving him home 😠 you have to snuggle up to him on the couch, try and pry his arms that are crossed on his chest. Kiss his pouty lips as he flushes a soft pink and tease him with the extra spicy hot sauce he can never seem to find. Only give it to him when he kisses you back, and promise to let him come with you next time.

🜸 If you go on a trip with other members of the Bakusquad etc. and he doesn’t come, he anxiously awaits your arrival home. Cleans the house top to bottom, gets you a bouquet of your favourite flowers and plants, wears the compression shirt he knows you love and gets a little spread of your favourite foods to welcome you back. He just sits on the couch, leg bouncing as he glances back and forth between the book he’s reading and the clock. He’s all smiles when you come back, dropping your bags and picking you up to hug you.

🜸 NEEDS to have his face in your boobs. If you’re cuddling, he needs to have his face buried into your chest, it’s a self-regulating thing for him. He can also listen to your steady heartbeat, the rhythm lulling him to sleep. It’s his favourite way to cuddle you. He also adores when you play with his hair, and pepper loving kisses to his sleepy face.

🜸 He makes the cutest little noises in his sleep. If he’s having a good dream, you hear sleepy sighs and the sound of him nestling deeper into his cushion. If he’s having a bad dream, he’s whimpering and flexing his muscles. He’s incredibly expressive in his sleep, much more so than when he’s awake.

🜸 Katsuki keeps one of your stuffed animals near his bed if you’re ever apart. In the likely event you had an argument and you stormed off to Mina’s house, he lays in bed whilst he reviews and reflects what happened. If it was his fault due to his short temper or even just miscommunication, he grabs hold of the stupid thing, angrily grumbling that “they should be in this spot, not you.” If he REALLY fucked up, he sniffles and rubs his nose into the animal, deeply breathing in your calming smell. Katsuki kisses the bear, wishing it was your soft skin instead of the toy. He wishes you a good night, offering silent apologies as he tearfully clings to the toy.

🜸 Easily excitable. If you even mention the fact that you received a promotion or went up in the hero ranks, he’s immediately like “fuck yeah!! My baby is the best!!! Just like me!!!!” If you mention the fact that you love him, he gets all blushy and more inclined to hold your hand (after calling you a cringy dumbass and wiping his popping palms).

🜸 Katsuki absolutely melts at your praise. You could be going about your day, look at Katsuki and be like “aww your muscles are so big Katsu!” Or “wow Suki, this food is delicious” and his chest is all puffed up but internally kicking his feet and giggling bc you like him??? How??? You like his food???

I need him carnally.

[gallaghersgal]

can u write smth like you making your comfort food and carmy eats it and he's just like "oh! yum! everybody's so creative :D" and internally he's gagging so hard and keeping it together for you because you're having a bad day

love uuuuu

he would deal with it with succhhhh grace. bc he loves you.

"baby. what the fuck is this," he asks with a cocked eyebrow, looking at what you have spread out on the coffee table. hot cheetos, cream cheese and ... pickles. jesus.

you pout a little, leaning your head back to look at him. "'s my favorite snack," you say with a whine, and you can practically see his confusion grow. "started eating it forever ago... always cheers me up. here, try one," you hand him the combo on a little toothpick and watch as he reluctantly takes a bite.

carmen hums and tries to hide a grimace, chewing slowly. "thats uh- thats interestin' baby. glad y'like it." he leans down, kissing your head gently. "did'ya eat anything else today? wan' me t'make you somethin'?"

you shake your head, popping another one of your spicy, salty comfort snacks into your mouth. instead of protesting, carmen just chuckles softly, smiling at you. "alright baby, 'm gonna go shower, how 'bout you pick out a movie 'r something' t watch?" he ruffles your hair with an affectionate after you nod, slipping away and leaving you to your interesting cravings.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Give Me More

summary: part of life is heartbreak and suffering; at least Javi is worthy of it.

pairing: sex worker!f!reader x javier peña

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, mentions of sex work, pwp, oral (f!receiving), feelings, internal angst, perceived unrequited love

wc: 1,995

an: i woke up one morning with this idea on my mind, my fingers were itching to write, especially since it’s been so long since ive written for javier. might come back to give these two a happy ending, might not. thank you to @jennaispunk for the beta! hope y’all enjoy <3

pedro pascal characters masterlist

Javier is your favorite. It’s hard for him not to be. With him nothing is a performance, every moment— every kiss and touch feels real even if it isn’t. You know that it’s going nowhere, that one of these days he will catch each and every drug lord, trickling down all the way to those hardly involved and then he will leave. But it’s hard not to get caught up in him. It’s hot and electric, there’s passion. There’s real pleasure.

He comes to you. Every single time he comes to you. Maybe that makes it worse, these fantasies in your head where you get to keep him. It’s easier to picture him sipping coffee in your kitchen or lounging on your couch reading a paper. Some things he has done, like sleeping in your bed or taking a shower. Sometimes when you curl up in bed at the end of the night, you let yourself drift into those memories, building on them as you go. It’s unhealthy and unfair to yourself.

But, you’re not sure what alternative you have. Falling in love with Javier Peña was not what you’d expected. You’d never fallen in love with a client before, but that’s Javi for you. Beating the odds and changing the game, one kiss and fleeting glance at a time. How are you meant to resist those chocolate brown eyes, big and expressive? How are you to deny how deep and exploring his kiss feels?

You tried. You really had. As soon as you realized what was happening you pulled away. Stopped answering his calls and started frequenting other places, places you were most likely not to see him. But, Javi’s persistent and DEA— he could find you if he wanted to and he had. Slowly but surely you fell right back into his clutches. Eventually you stopped fighting it. You had to be honest with yourself, the part of you that wanted to is small at best. This will be the only thing you ever have with him and you might as well hold on to it while you can. Part of life is heartbreak and suffering; at least Javi is worthy of it.

He called yesterday, asking if he could come over tonight. Of course you had said yes. Today is one of the only days during the week that you have completely to yourself, but you don’t mind. Being with Javier never feels like work…it isn’t in your mind, not that you’ve ever mentioned that to him.

His knock on the door is crisp and succinct as always, no mistaking him for anyone else. And when you open the door for him, he slips in easily, shutting the door so that he can pin you against it with his soft but insistent kisses. He tastes like bourbon and tobacco, his warm spicy scent invading all of your senses. You kiss him back easily— eagerly, hands rising to card through his soft hair.

God he smells so good. He feels so good. You could live and die here happily.

He’s always needy when he comes to you, but something feels different. Off.

You pull away slightly, running a hand over his cheek so that he opens his eyes to look at you. “Estas bien?”

“Muy bien, querida. So good, now that I’m here,” He murmurs into your mouth.

“Tienes hambre?” You ask, nipping gently at his bottom lip.

“Mhmm,” He hugs, starting a path of kisses down your neck, biting and sucking at your flesh as if to prove his point.

“For food, Javi,” You scold playfully even as you let your head lull to the side, giving him free reign.

“Food can come later. Let me take care of you, baby,” He croons.

That’s all it takes for you to abandon your line of questioning and give into him. You nod, shivering against him when he continues to bite at your skin, humming softly at your taste.

Javier moves with ease through your apartment, like its his. The two of you take a pitstop in the kitchen where he pours a glass of water. He must plan to keep you in bed all night. You have no complaints, not when the focus for once will be on you. Then he’s guiding you to your bedroom, shutting the door softly. He shrugs out of his jacket and boots before returning to you where you stand at the edge of the bed.

“Eres preciosa,” He mutters under his breath, allowing his hands to run all over you.

Sure you picked out your favorite silk sleeping dress, the one that’s reserved for him or high paying clients— though lately, it’s been just for him. He’s seen you in this time and time again. And yet the way he’s looking at you…the way he’s speaking of you has your face hot.

“Stop it, Javi,” You murmur shyly. He’s the only one who can get you like this, easily worked up and bashful. You like it that way.

“I mean it, querida, you’re so beautiful,” He lets his hands move up, trailing over your breasts until one of his hands teases your nipple through the delicate fabric causing your breath to catch. He grins, satisfied with the sound. “So beautiful.”

“Javier, please,” You whine, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt.

The way you look at him, with wide, desperate eyes. He doesn’t stand a chance. “Alright, let’s get you out of this baby. See how wet you are for me,” He teases as he works you out of the slip dress.

Javier gently pushes you back until you can sit on the edge of the bed, and once you’re settled he drops to his knees, spreading you open so that you’re on full display for him. He lets out a loud, depraved groan, the sound shooting straight to your pussy. You’re so wet for him already, your sex glistening in the soft moonlight that spills through the curtains. He can’t wait to ravish you, to worship you. He’s lucky enough to get you like this and he will show his gratitude one stroke of his tongue at a time. On nights like tonight, Javier likes to pretend just as much as you do. You’re completely his and he’ll speak of you no other way.

“All this for me. All mine, look at you baby. So fucking wet just from my kisses?”

Your head is already spinning, every inch of your skin feels as if it’s on fire and he hasn’t even really touched you yet. You nod softly, spreading your legs a little wider for him, beckoning him in. Who is he to deny you?

Slowly, he kisses his way up your thighs, sucking and biting the way he had on your neck but with more pressure this time. Here he can mark you— it’s likely to go unnoticed. He sucks until a mark blooms on your thigh, the bruise contrasting with your skin. The sight of it has him wanting to rut against the end of the bed. To drop his pants and bury his cock in you until you both find your pleasure. But, this is just for you. He’s here to take care of you, it’s what he likes doing.

His eyes are hooded as they look up at you, watching for your reaction when he blows cool air over your clit. He loves the way you twitch, how your hips buck up ready to feel him. He can tell by the way you bite your lower lip that you’re about to open your mouth and beg— he gives you no time too. Javier leans forward, letting his tongue slide through your folds with no urgency.

It’s the start of bliss for the both of you. His tongue feels like heaven, even with the tentative, patient licks he’s giving you. He’s so warm, sending hot shocks of pleasure throughout your entire body.

Your heady taste in his mouth, Javi can hardly contain his hunger, smiling against you when he remembers that he doesn’t have to. He sinks further into you, nuzzling his nose against your clit, letting his tongue dip into your center.

“Oh, fuck— Javier,” You moan, arching into him, your legs falling open even wider until they can spread no more. You want him to see and devour every inch of you. Your hand raises to card through his hair, and when your gaze meets his, it’s just as heated, just as lustful.

“I know, querida. I know, feels so good doesn’t it, baby?” He murmurs knowingly against you, his tongue flicking your clit between each word.

“Mhmm,” You hum, letting your head fall back as you give in.

Javier takes his time. He winds you up tight with attentive licks to your clit before giving you a break, letting his tongue grow messy and lax with no direction. He’s teasing you, you both know that, but this you don’t mind. It’s not to be unkind, not to deprive you of anything but to draw out the limited time you two get to spend together like this.

Javi wants to be here with you as badly as you want to be here with him. The difference between you is that he doesn’t let himself dream.

This is what it is. This is what it will be. He’s accepted that.

“Javi,” You breathe, after the pleasure swells up inside you for a third time, only to be deflated.

Javi looks up at you, raising a hand to cup your jaw and bring your gaze to his. His stare is so intense, eyes so dark that they’re nearly black with desire. “You ready for it? You want me to make you cum? Just tell me.”

“Yeah, I’m ready. Please, Javi.”

“I’ll make you cum, baby, don’t worry. Relax, lay back. Let me take care of you,” He repeats his words from earlier.

As soon as you oblige, laying your back flat against the bed, Javier’s on the hunt for your orgasm, like predator chases prey. While his mouth focuses on your clit, suckling and flicking, he presses two of his fingers deep into your pussy, taking no time to find that sensitive spot. Despite the intentionality of his movements, he is gentle while coaxing your pleasure out of you. It’s erotic and sweet, it makes your heart ache. You fall over the edge in no time at all and Javier drinks endlessly, lapping up all of your slick with happy little moans.

You relax further into the mattress, your chest rising and falling harshly as you ride out your release. He’s moved away from your overstimulated center, kissing at your thighs and tummy while you return to earth.

“More, querida? Quieres más?”

“Yes,” You whisper— to him, to the darkness of the night like it’s some sort of confession. Javi doesn’t understand the double meaning, and you wouldn’t want him to, not when you know how it’ll end.

Yes, you want more. You want all of him, every day for the rest of your days. You want his declarations about being his to be true. You want him to be yours. Instead of voicing any of your internal turmoil, you sit up, cupping his face in your hands as you bend to kiss him for a taste of yourself on his tongue. He hums into your mouth, smiling against your lips as he rises carefully to his feet.

You make quick work of the buttons on his shirt as his hands take care of his belt and the zipper of his jeans, his boxers. Once bared to you, Javier slots himself between your thighs, thrusting so his cock glides teasingly through your folds.

You feel the head of his cock nudging at where you need him most. Pulling back to look him intensely in the eyes, you whisper, “Dame más.”

Yes, you want more, but you’ll take whatever he can give you.

javi taglist: @lesbianhotch, @bubblybubbubs, @sheresh0y, @jxvipike, @campingwiththecharmings

[fivemonsturzzzwowz]

happy international spicy and hot foods day here's postal dude eating a jalapeno

[ithaquakisser]

Ithaqua Headcanons!

• Ithaqua detests hot weather! The moment it is slightly warm he begins to loathe his day. He's not the type to complain outwardly, but it is quite obvious that he's upset. He'd cross his arms and grimace the moment it gets a bit too warm. Physically he cannot endure any form of hot weather and would much rather be in a snowy climate than in warm one.

• He doesn't like to admit it himself aloud but he's actually quite lonely. Whilst he enjoys having time to himself, the solitude can be a tad bit overwhelming for him.

• He's very touch starved and does not like to admit it! Any minor form of contact is enough to make him panic internally. Contrary to popular belief in the manor, he genuinely enjoys being touched.

• Ithaqua hates his face and despises even looking in the mirror due to his resemblance to his twin brother. He'd always wear his mask as a way to combat ever needing to see his reflection in objections such as glass, metal, or bodies of water.

• Speaking of faces and reflections, he dislikes people staring at him for a prolonged period of time. When he notices someone is watching him he'd often turn away. If he's unmasked, he'd definitely attempt to hide his face by lowering his head or by looking the opposite direction.

• In fact, he finds himself to be much more confident in his mask. His mask differentiating himself from his hunter persona, which is witnessed during matches. The moment his mask is off, (literally..) he is seen to be much more calm and timid in comparison to his hunter persona. (..Alexa! Play Scary Mask by Poppy.)

• He physically cannot handle spicy food. He instead prefers sweet foods, specifically desserts and pastries. (I'd like to think he'd really enjoy a bird's milk cake!)

• He'd be great with kids. Ithaqua would likely have a familial relationship with Robbie and Memory. He'd allow them to braid his hair and comb it. His soft side comes out immediately the moment Robbie and Memory come into the picture. From time to time they'd even play tag and hide and go seek. The hunters and survivors of the manor find it rather endearing whenever they'd see the three of them interact. Especially whenever they're out and about in the manor and find either one of them hiding in a corner or crevice.

[lemonlyman-dotcom]

Nice ask! Do you have any frivolous lone star headcanons? (ie, something that doesn’t matter to the plot and maybe there’s no real evidence for but you believe it anyway)

Hello! Thank you for this very nice ass(k) 🍑

I do!!

Paul lived with Owen and TK for the first couple months when he moved down to Austin. That’s why he’s got such a close easy-going relationship with TK and why he’s not phased by any of Owen’s idiosyncrasies.

Paul is a diehard Michigan football fan. This is because his father went to University of Michigan, and would drive 3.5 hours from Chicago to Ann Arbor for every home game. When Paul was a kid, his dad would bring him to games sometimes. He has very fond memories of those long drives with his dad, listening to music and chatting. If they won his dad would stop at a roadside diner and get him a blackberry milkshake. (He would if they lost too, but then they’d also split a piece of pie). He and TK drove over to Houston on Monday to watch them win the National Championship. On the way home they stopped for pie and blackberry milkshakes, and Paul told TK stories about games his dad took him to.

TK loves spicy food. Carlos was teasing in that pho scene in S3. He grew up eating all kinds of international cuisines in NYC, he loves chicken feet with his dim sum, and habanero hot sauce on his tacos and jerk chicken and egusi with scotch bonnet.

Paul & Carlos have eaten at all the West African restaurants in Austin, and they are on first-name basis with all the staff at this point.

Paul has been trying to recreate/perfect his grandma’s goat curry for years, and Carlos is his most eager taste tester.

In episode 3, after the police station scene & Carlos’s chat with Michelle, he’s still hesitant to reach out to TK. But then they have that scene where the woman falls on the car. And TK is so sweet, talking to her and rubbing her arm. I always kinda headcanon that Carlos saw him being all sweet with her and he was like “damn, okay worth it to put myself on the line for another shot with him.”

TK learned to drive when he moved to Austin, and he’s a very good driver, but he doesn’t particularly enjoy it. He’d much rather catch a ride or even take public transportation or walk if it’s not too hot. Carlos, on the other hand, spent a lot of money on his car and he does like to drive. So he’s usually the driver. But! He knows TK’s a good driver, and absolutely lets him drive the Camaro.

TK & Marjan have a ritual where they meet for pie & coffee at a diner in East Austin whenever one of them has had a tough day and they need someone to talk to, or even just to sit and be sad with. They have an unspoken pact that, no matter what they’re doing, if one of them calls or texts with a pie emergency they drop everything and show up for pie.

TK is a music nerd. He grew up immersed in the NYC indie music scene, he’s seen LCD Soundsystem play like 20 times, Gwyn took him to see Prince when he was 12, he’s got an extensive vinyl collection and also a box of old band T-shirts in Owen’s garage. Also he could wire any speaker system.

Paul’s sister has visited several times since we first met her. The Catan crew has adopted her, she thinks TK and Carlos are really weird but she loves them. She’s obsessed with Marjan and Nancy.

Paul has an extensive record collection ranging from 70s afrobeats to disco to classic rock n roll.

Marjan’s father was diagnosed with a rare, treatable but incurable cancer a couple years ago. When she found out she was devastated, and TK insisted on flying to Miami with her and staying with her family for a while to help out. One night he tried to make Andea’s chili relleno, because it always make him feel better when he’s sad, but he destroyed Marjan’s mom’s kitchen. He called Carlos out of desperation, and Carlos laughed and told him to toss everything and then ordered them all his favorite comfort foods to be delivered to the house. Carlos and Marjan now regularly make “fold in the cheese” jokes when TK cooks. Which is often!

Sorry this was very long!

🍋<3

[rgr-pop]

okay international working womens weekend daytime luncheon in my home for maybe 7-10 people, one week from today

nobody i really need to impress. if anyone confirms gluten free or dairy free i’ll fine tune, otherwise everything is always baseline meat free and nut free (with the option for me to throw in some tinned fish from my pantry)

snacky/salads vibe, maybe dips

for sure doing:

lemon poppy seed loaf. i REALLY want to do sally’s new lemon poppy seed muffins but i’d need to get a new muffin tin and we’re 📢 not doing too much

cardamom strawberry jam bars (craving cardamom stuff all the time)

pretty sure i can do both of the above without buying anything; although i’d have to make the jam from frozen strawberries (i want to pan anyway)

really want to do MOCKTAILS. i wouldn’t mind investing in a few staples for myself anyway. i think i for sure will get orange juice and and a sparkling juice— PLEASE RECOMMEND ! what would be a good second mocktail or some ingredients to buy? especially because i have several interesting bitters, including chocolate. and i could put out tart cherry juice i have, and i’ll make a pitcher of iced tea. oh maybe i should make iced chai from scratch 🤔 in any case this is where i’ll spend most money

central offering will be a bean dish, either a bean salad (WHATS THE BEST ONE YOUVE HAD?) OR (hot dish) the bean ziti smitten kitchen posted which… i want to do this. is it 📢 doing too much? yes. But. she said.. if i did i’d have to do bread with it, which makes me nervous (i don’t have good bread instincts)

if i go with SK i’ll have extra basil for a veg salad. it seems too early for the typical basil salad uses so i’d have to brainstorm. my go-to would be a carrot salad and a smashed cucumber salad, both of which are options but wouldn’t go that well. this would be a good time to try doing the viral salad seasoning pasta salad - should i…

i will for sure make japanese potato salad because i have a ton of kewpie to use up. in fact i may need to make a second kewpie salad

if i were going the dips route i’d the lauren toyota’s vegan nacho cheese but i’m just not inspired

a typical go-to spread for me might be the spicy sour cold spaghetti noodles from woks of life with carrot salad and cucumber salad and maybe marinated tofu but it doesn’t feel like the vibe

eta you know what, i have dates and am craving goat cheese dates, i should add those to the menu. i was going to avoid any fussy assembly but these would be worth it

i reaaally need to actually budget this because even though it’s arguably chapter business i can’t get chapter money (which i expected). the plan was to make asking for financial support (maybe $35 in food) for the women’s section a progressed structure test, but leadership failed structure test one (being willing to speak to us or respond to our communication when we told them we were organizing a womens day event) so i’m back to structure test negative one (them not murdering us)

so my plan is to have three dishes plus 2 sweet ones and all but 1 should be make ahead, and some chips maybe or something like that

however as you know i have a habit of doing too much for this sort of thing lol

[holdmytesseract]

Tom hiddleston & 'and baby I know, I know whatever city you're in your still be the boy that I'd pick in a line of over 30 hot guys' (vacation bible school)

a/n: Yep, I loved this. 😁 Hope you love it, too, nonny! ☺️

Warnings: this is veeery spicy, some swear words, jealousy, alcohol, Tom being quite a bit possessive

Also... Sorry Chris! 😬

Word Count: 1205

Tagging: @lokisgoodgirl @lovingchoices14 @evelyn-kingsley @jennyggggrrr @acefeather2002 @lulubelle814 @vbecker10 @lady-rose-moon @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @kimanne723 @simping-for-marvel @coldnique

Lyric-Drabble-Mania Masterlist

Based on this song: (I hope it's the right one!)

Possession

Had it been a good idea from Tom to drag you - his best friend, turned fuck buddy along with him to the premier of 'Infinity War'? Probably not. Like... Not at all. Especially after having a certain amount of alcohol flowing through your veins. And alcohol did funny things to you. For example, causing you to get more... self-conscious and lose (all) your inhibitions. Tom knew that - and nevertheless, he asked you to join him. Perhaps he hoped, that you'd never get this far to reach that point, but... of course, you did - and that was, where you were now; almost stumbling from one drink to the next on the afterparty.

At the beginning, everything had been fine, for sure. You were sober, happy that he asked you to join him, showing off as best friends on the red carpet - although, humour held it that you were more than just friends, which wasn't incorrect, but also not a hundred percent true either. Nobody knew of your 'dirty little secret'. That you were friends on the surface, but rolled around the sheets together, when nobody was watching. And the sex was without, a doubt, phenomenal. The best you ever had. So, after all, it was a win-win situation for both, you and Tom, so...

The premier itself was great. You got to meet so many cool and awesome people, ate exquisite food and enjoyed a succeeded movie. It was awesome. And then there was the afterparty... Which you and Tom wouldn't have missed, of course. Not with everybody else assuaging you to go as well; almost pleading you to join. So how could you say no? Especially to Chris Evans' puppy dog eyes. Speaking of... The man had laid an eye on, clearly. You knew it. Tom knew it - and perhaps everybody else knew. He wasn't exactly good at hiding it. And now here you were... On the party, drunk as hell, another drink in your hands and on the verge of dirty dancing with Chris fucking Evans. Yep, this all got messed up pretty bad very quickly...

Tom watched from the side-lines; his own drink in hands. The Brit's eyes never left yours. Blue orbs burning holes inside your laughing, drunk and utterly gorgeous body. He took a sip of his drink. Unbeknownst to you - and most likely everybody else, had the man developed over the few years he had known you now a little crush. Okay, admittedly it was a huge crush; those deep feelings he harboured inside his heart for you growing with every single day. It's just silly, that you both swore to not involve feelings into play. You agreed on friendship and sex - nothing more, nothing less. Nowadays, with every time he slept with you, it became more difficult for Tom to keep his feelings under control - and he wasn't sure how long he was able to hold back. But on the other hand... He didn't want to ruin the friendship you shared with him. You were a way too precious friend for him to lose, and if it meant for him that he could keep you as such, he was willing to hold back his feelings for the rest of his life. He had to.

Your shrieking laugh ripped the actor out of his thoughts, eyes immediately landing on you. You were dancing with Lizzie now - who was equally as drunk as you were, having the time of your life's. Tom frowned. Where was Ev- Before he could finish this thought, he saw said Chris more or less staggering over to him, fresh beer in hands. Tom cursed internally, ruffling his blonde-brown locks. Not now, please not now. The Brit liked Chris. He really did, with all his heart. He adorned this man and fellow acting colleague, but... Now was just not the right time. Not if he wanted to poke the bear. Not after Tom had seen him dancing so... sluttishly with his best friend; shamelessly placing his hands on her hips and grinding his crotch against her ass. No.

"Ahhh, mate!" Chris hollered, plopping down on the bar stool beside Tom. "What a great evening, right?" He clapped Tom on the shoulder. "You enjoying yourself? Because, o-ho-ho man, I do." The brown-haired man laughed - way too loud and wrapped an arm around Tom's shoulder. "Your friend is just... wow... She's fuckin' gorgeous! Man, believe me when I tell you, that woman's pushin' aaaall the right buttons." Tom gritted his teeth at his friend's words, trying hard to keep his cool and not let the alcohol and jealousy take over and punch his dear friend in the face. He couldn't do that. He shouldn't do that - but he would.

"Mhm, she is, indeed." Tom said, jaw still clenched. Chris giggled like a schoolboy, not paying quite attention to Tom's answer. "Maybe I can make it to take her home with me tonight. Do you think I can?" Thin ice, Evans... Very thin ice... "You can try, mate, but I think you won't be lucky. Usually, she doesn't do things like this, when she is drunk." Hence, of course you were absolutely doing things like this when you were drunk. Without that, Tom and you wouldn't have ended up as fuck buddies... "Aww, too bad." Chris said, pouting, before he started to wiggle his eyebrows. "Maybe I can show 'er what I got." Not if I do it first. "Good luck." Tom simply answered, before emptying his glass and stood up, making his way over to you, leaving his drunk friend behind. The Brit was on a mission now. He would not let this happen... You ending up in Chris' bed tonight. There was only one bed he ever wanted to see your sexy ass in - his. Only his.

Harshly grabbing your hips and pulling your ass back against his crotch - just like Chris did, Tom ripped you out of your dancing bubble, causing you to shriek up. Once you noticed it was Tom, you started to giggle, moving your hips in sync with his. Everybody here was too drunk anyway to remember how Tom danced with you, so... Tom didn't hold back. "Whatcha doin', Tommy?" You were drunk, but you could still tell that your 'best friend' was jealous, when you turned to face him. His eyes clearly betrayed him. "What does it look like, darling? Showing you how much better I am than Evans." Tom practically growled, before spinning your body around again, pressing his crotch even firmer against your bottom, causing you to moan shamelessly. Again, you were drunk. As if you had the strength to stifle that moan... Certainly not.

Though the moan faded into another giggle, as your foggy brain came to the conclusion, that he really must be jealous. "Are you jealous, Tommy?" You asked, still giggling. "Don't worry, 'cause baby I know, I know whatever city you're in, you're still the boy that I'd pick in a line up of, like 30 hot guys." "Is that so?" Tom growled, feeling the jealousy still pumping through his veins. "Mhm, yep, definitely." "Well, then you better start proving it to me, girl."

[rabbitcruiser]

International Hot and Spicy Foods Day

For one red-hot day a year, the world’s chili heads, heat-seekers and extreme eaters can take their passion to extremes. International Hot and Spicy Foods Day sparks a wildfire of events, from habanero-eating challenges to fancy-dress contests and cook-offs of popular recipes. Among serious aficionados, it also re-kindles the great debate: which chili pepper tops the official Scoville heat scale?

There’s no denying the daredevil nature of some of the celebrations. However, people who like a meal to tingle their taste buds, not make their eyes water, shouldn’t feel left out. Enjoying a touch of heat in our cooking is a worldwide human trait, so what better day to invite your family and friends to discover a different cuisine? Thai, Indian, Creole and Caribbean dishes are all famous for their blends of aromatic ingredients, but many cultures boast their own favourites. After all, variety is truly the spice of life…

Learn about International Hot and Spicy Foods Day

Did you know that people have been using hot spices in their meals and recipes for more than 6,000 years? It seems that we have always loved a bit of spice! If you are a fan of curry or you love a bag of Flamin’ Hot Doritos, you’re definitely going to enjoy this day, as you’re encouraged to add some spicy food to your daily diet. There are so many different types of spices that are used to create hot and spicy foods today. This includes everything from hot chilli powder to paprika and cumin. Today is all about celebrating these spices. After all, our diet would be pretty boring without them, right?

History of International Hot and Spicy Foods Day

Hot and spicy food has been traced back to recipes that are as old as 6,000 years! That’s a long time ago! While the dishes that we enjoy today may have changed, there is no denying that we still love spicy food. Not only has spicy food been adored for so long because it tastes incredible, but also because it offers a number of different health benefits as well.

Spices can help to kill bacteria. The likes of turmeric and cumin have been shown to have powerful antimicrobial and antioxidant properties. This means that they can be effective in terms of fighting any of the harmful bacteria in your body. Spices can also assist in fighting inflammation too. In Ayurvedic medicine, the inflammatory properties of garlic and ginger have been utilized for many centuries as a treatment for a number of different conditions, such as headaches, autoimmune disorders, and arthritis.

Spicy foods can also help to speed your metabolism up. There has been data drawn from a number of different studies that show that certain species, like pepper chilies, turmeric, cinnamon, and cumin are able to slow down your appetite and increase your metabolic resting rate. Who knew that spices were so powerful?

How to celebrate International Hot and Spicy Foods Day

When we think about hot and spicy food, we tend to think about Asian cuisine. You will see that chillis are regularly used in Indian, Chinese, and Thai cooking. Why not host a themed night and have your friends and family around? There are plenty of different dishes that you can enjoy, ensuring that everything is not simply designed to blow people’s taste buds off!

If you are looking for the spiciest cuisine in the world, you may want to try Sichuan. It is a cuisine that is well known for its bold flavors. The spiciness of the food is what draws a lot of people in. However, it’s not just about heat, heat, and more heat! There are lots of exciting flavors in Sichuan food, and so you really are going to have an amazing taste experience with this cuisine. You could either try to cook some Sichuan food yourself or go to an authentic restaurant.

As the name indicates, this is a type of food that has come from China’s Sichuan Province. The provincial capital of Sichuan is called Chengdu, and it is actually deemed one of the best places in the whole country for food. It has an excellent reputation for fiery hot pots and spicy dishes. There are lots of exciting street snacks to try here too, with everything from savoury jelly noodles to poached wontons.

When people talk about Sichuan food, they tend to only focus on the heat. However, it is much more exciting than that. This is because the cuisine consists of seven basic flavors, which are as follows: aromatic, salty, hot, sour, sweet, bitter, and pungent. Therefore, you really are going to enjoy some exciting food. Of course, chilies are at the heart of the meals cooked. From pickled chilies, to fresh chillies, to dry chilies; they are all incorporated.

In fact, apart from enjoying some delicious hot and spicy food on this day, another thing you can do is learn more about the different chilies that are available around the world. There are so many different types, including Carolina Reapers, Ghost Peppers, Habanero, Red Cayenne Pepper, Serrano, Guajillo, Poblano, Peppadew, and much more. They all bring a different level of heat and a different type of flavor to dishes. It is definitely interesting to learn more about the different options that are out there, and we are sure that it will enhance your cooking skills as well!

Another fun way to celebrate International Hot and Spicy Foods Day are by having a cook-off with your friends. Invite a few of your loved ones over and see who can create the best hot and spicy dish! It is always fun to do something a bit different with the ones that you love, and this gives you the perfect opportunity to do exactly that!

You can all have fun trying out each other’s different creations. They may be a few disasters along the way, but that simply adds to the fun of it, right? If you are feeling brave, you could even have a chilli eating competition. You will need to get some different chillis and find out how they rank on the heat scale. You can then find out who is able to handle the most heat! Make sure you have got plenty of water on hand!

Of course, you don’t need to go all out and become the next Masterchef on International Hot and Spicy Foods Day if you don’t want to! There are plenty of different ways that you can embrace some spice without needing to cook a complex meal. We all know that a pepperoni pizza will go down well in most homes! You could add a few jalapenos to your burger or fajitas in honor of this day! Other easy dishes that will ensure you are part of the trend include spicy meatballs and spicy Mexican pasta salad. You can turn anything into a spicy dish with the right seasoning!

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[expectos-writings]

Hey 👋 can you also do another Bobby Hicks x female reader from the spicy list #34 and #51? Please and thank you 🙏

So it took me far to long to update again but I AM STILL HERE hahaaaa. Take that academic world!

Florida heat (Bobby Hicks x reader)

Word count: 3127

Rating: M

Summary: As an intern for Bobby he has come to appreciate everything you do for him, but when you lay there sunbathing by the pool on a sunny day off he can no longer stop the longing he has felt for you.

Two more days.

You’ve got this.

You try to talk some courage into you whilst getting the cleaning kit out of the cupboard. Some crazy lady dropped some food in the main corridor when she was refused a room. And as an intern, it was now your job to clean it up.

But only two more days.

The internship wasn’t that bad. It got you the college credits you were still missing and you got to spend the summer in Florida, who wouldn’t want that? That, and the fact that your supervisor, mr. Hicks, was very easy on the eye. Bobby usually didn’t take in any students, he was too busy keeping everything on track by himself to train another person. But when he heard how much experience you already had and how far along you were in your study, he decided to take the chance. A pair of extra arms wouldn’t hurt.

But he had not taken into account that you were stunning, clever, eager to learn and most of all… a huge distraction. He knew it was wrong to look at you like that, he was practically your boss. He just couldn’t help his eyes wandering over to you whenever you were standing behind the counter and he was on the computer. Whenever you’d catch him staring he usually comes up with a lame excuse, like ‘I was just making sure you were doing things right’. He knew damned well you were more than capable enough to handle the few people coming in and out every day.

But it never registered that the reason why you always seemed to catch him looking is because you were also constantly looking his way. Whenever he would catch you staring at him your excuse would be something along the lines of ‘I wanted to ask you a question.’, followed by the dumbest possible question you could think of. Bobby never believed that lame excuse, but he never mentioned that either.

Now you were cleaning up the mess that Karen had made. The people here never seemed to have manners. The weather in Florida was always terribly hot, and you could feel a bead of sweat running down your temple to your cheek. The Karen that had made the mess was luckily the only person that had come to the motel today, and the rest of the rooms were empty now. Your internship was due to end just after the high season and the last few days were just cleaning up and getting ready to write a report and go back to school.

Bobby was watching you work from his office. He stood up, pretending he had to fix the wires behind the computer. But really it was just an excuse to watch you mop the floor clean. Your shorts hugging your butt perfectly, your light shirt getting wet from the sweat and moist air… he shakes his head and looks back at the screen. He can’t think of you like that.

You finish cleaning up the floor and stand up. You can feel someone staring at you so you turn around, already knowing it’d be Bobby staring back at you from the doorway.

‘Y/n, working as hard as ever I see.’ He muses.

‘You know it.’ You shoot him a wink when you throw the trash in the bin. ‘Though, today has been quite relaxed. No new check ins, only people leaving. In fact, I’m not sure anyone is staying in the magic castle at the moment.’

‘You’re right, from today there are no bookings. High season is over so I don’t really expect anyone here except junkies looking for a cheep room.’ You chuckle at his words, he cracks a smile in return. You walk over to the counter to get rid of the cleaning utilities. Bobby’s eyes linger on your form for a moment too long, and you notice him staring.

‘So, you have any other tasks for me?’ you ask, your tone playful but also not inappropriate. You walk past him, making sure to brush your bare arm against his. The skin to skin contact sends sparks through your body. When you put the cleaning materials in the lower drawer your eyes move back to him. You can’t help but look at the muscles on his legs, going up into his wide shorts. When you catch yourself staring you blink rapidly to break the contact and move back to the drawer, putting everything back where you took it from.

‘Actually,’ he starts when you stand up, ‘I know tomorrow is your last day. It is also terribly hot outside and there are no guests to help at the moment. I suggest you take the rest of the day off, cool down at the pool, do whatever. If I need you tomorrow I know where to find you, but for now I think you’ve done enough. Thanks for your help.’ His tone was sincere, you had done a great deal of work around the motel in the last few weeks. And you were definitely not going to object to an afternoon off.

So you thanked Bobby an took his offer. The rest of the day went by in a haze. You wasted no time in putting on your swimming clothes and getting situated by the pool. The cool water was very welcome on a day like this. You alternated between cooling off in the water and laying on one of the poolside beds tanning and occasionally dozing off for a bit. Bobby watched you from a distance, seeing you enjoy your free time and catch up on some much needed rest reassured him he had made the right decision in giving you a day off.

 It was only when the sun started setting Bobby actually made his way towards you. You were soaking up the last rays of sunshine of the day, eyes closed and laying on your back on one of the poolside beds. It wasn’t until you head Bobby clear his throat behind you that you were alerted to his presence. Lazily you open one eye to look in his general direction. He was standing next to your seat, sitting down on the plastic bed next to you when you acknowledged his presence.

‘So, how did you enjoy your day off?’ Bobby spoke up, starting the conversation.

Your eyes gazed at the sky, the sun was already starting to set.

‘It was nice to enjoy the place a bit before having to leave’ you answer with a smile

‘So… working here wasn’t enjoyable?’ he asked with a smirk.

‘No! I mean, yes it was. I just meant that it was nice to enjoy some time off whilst here, too.’ You quickly defended. Bobby chuckled from next to you as a blush crept onto your cheeks.

‘I was just kidding, darling.’ He said. Your head snapped to look at him at this unexpected term of endearment. Of course, it was a term often used by many people for many reasons. But in your mind you couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he meant something more… The blush spreading on your cheeks becomes more of a crimson shade. Would he notice? Oh God… what if he did?

‘I… I think I’m going for a swim.’ You promptly announce.

‘You do look awfully hot.’ He says with a smirk.

You look back at him, having already crossed half the distance to the pool, in complete shock. Why would he say something like that? What is going on? You felt like you had a sunburn. Bobby clears his throat at your awkward expression.

‘From the sun… I mean.’ He adds unconvincingly with half a smile. Words caught in your throat. You wanted to ask him what he meant but at the same time you were convinced your mind was making things up now. Maybe you were still asleep on the lounge bed next to the pool and this was just a dream? You quickly turned your head back to the pool and without a second thought jumped in. the water was colder than it had been earlier that day, but it wasn’t as cold as it would be in the mornings. But one thing was clear now, this definitely was no dream. The need for air became clear after a few seconds, the cool of the water knocked half of the air out of your lungs upon entering the pool.

With your head towards the sky you resurfaces, making your hair slick against the back of your head and water drip down your back. Bobby’s eyes were still focussed on you, his stare burning in the back of your head.

Bobby couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way you gracefully waded through the water to cool down, the way the last sunlight illuminated your facial features is the most beautiful way… he had grown very fond of you over the time you had worked for him. Too fond maybe… but still his eyes could not look away. You had worked so hard the last weeks, and he had nothing but praise for you. That would definitely reflect in the assessment he had to fill out for you. But he felt a pull towards you. And with the way you looked right now, carelessly wading through the water… Bobby couldn’t stop himself as he took of his shirt and trousers to join you in the water. He wanted to see you like this from up close, knowing it may be one of the last days he had with you here.

Your mind had started to wander in the water. Soon you were to go back to your college, back to your ‘old’ life. Old routines… And by God you didn’t want to. You had enjoyed the work there so much that you’d rather stay here to work. But you also knew you had to get your degree first.

But your train of thought was interrupted as you heard the water splash behind you. You turned around just in time to see Bobby resurface and wipe the water from his eyes and his now wet hair from his forehead. You stifled a laugh at his expression. He looked like a drowning dog.

‘Oh that is COLD’ he exclaimed.

The laugh you held back escaped your throat anyways. Bobby smiled back at you even though he was looking miserable in the cooling water. But then again, it was his choice to jump in. He casually walked over to where you were wading through the pool, his arms crossed over his chest to find any form of warmth.

This, however, left his face exposed.

You waited until he was close enough to you. He was about to open his mouth to make small talk or something, when you caught him off guard by splashing water in his direction, hitting him square in the face.

‘Oh you little-‘ Is all Bobby got out before you did it again. It was good to let some steam off at the end of the day. He took a moment to regain his composure, but when he did it was your time to flee. He kept chasing you around the pool whilst you tried to either swim away or keep him at distance with water. The sun went down quickly and before you knew it the automatic lights of the pool went on due to lack of light. That one second distraction was enough for Bobby to finally catch up with you.

You feel two strong calloused hand grab you by the waist, and you laugh out.

‘Gotcha!’ he says playfully.

You turn around in his grip to face him, your smile meeting his.

Bobby’s eyes drop to your lips, unable to stop himself. You catch the movement and the smile on your lips falters, anticipation pooling in your chest. What was happening? You never expected your boss to feel that way. You had dreamt of it during your internship, sure. But this was different from another daydream you would have whilst lying in your bed.

You hadn’t even noticed the gap between the two of you closing, his lips almost brushing yours but not yet touching.

‘I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.’ You hear Bobby breathe the words out softly.

‘I don’t think I want you to.’ You breathe back.

And that is all the confirmation he needs before crashing his lips to yours.

Time stands still as your hands land on his toned chest, your lips moving together as if they were meant to be. Bobby seemed to have forgotten all about the chill of the water the moment you press your body up into him. The feeling of your thinly covered body pressing against his warming him up from the inside, and some more than that.

But the cool water did affect both of your lung capacities, and the need for air became apparent more quickly than either of you had wanted. After breaking the kiss Bobby wasted no time in trailing his hands up your sides towards your chest, carefully cupping one breast in his hand and tweaking a hard nipple between his thumb and finger. Your breath catches in your throat. The adrenaline spiking in your body from the possibility of getting caught and the thrill of finally having your feelings for your almost ex-supervisor out in the open.

‘Wait…’ you moan out but make no move to remove his hand from your chest, actually pushing yourself into him even more craving his touch. The voice of reason in the back of your head telling you this was risky, unprofessional and the chance of getting caught was high out here becoming softer and softer. ‘Right here?’ you ask Bobby looking up at him with puppy eyes.

‘We could, of course, go up to one of the rooms, but the motel is empty. No one will be around here anytime soon’. He smirks down at you. ‘Or is that just what you wanted? Doing this here? You’ve thought about this before haven’t you.’ He stated with a smirk. He could read you like a freaking book. You start to blush and the words to deny his statement get caught in your throat. Of course you have thought about this happening, but never in your wildest dreams did you dare to imagine it coming true.

Your silence is confirmation enough for Bobby to know he’s right. He leans down again to capture your lips with his and you return the kiss enthusiastically. You feel his hand move down from your waist to your thigh, grabbing the soft flesh there. You get the hint and jump up wrapping your thighs around him. Bobby walks both of you over to the side of the pool, your back now pressed against the impossibly cold stone wall. At the cold hitting your back you let out a moan, the burning fire in your body clashing with the contrast of temperature.

Bobby pushed you against the side of the pool tightly, harshly rutting his hard cock into your pussy. Your head falls back in a moan when you finally felt some friction where you needed him most.

‘Look at you, so desperate for me.’ He says. You move your head back forwards, kissing him deeply, all teeth and tongue. His hand moves down to more the bottom of your swimming attire to the side, his fingers brushing along your folds along the way. You break the contact between your lips so suck in a sharp breath.

‘I’ve never done this before.’ You whisper against his lips as he starts playing with your clit, exposed to the cool water now. He looks at you questioningly. ‘In a pool, I mean.’ You clarify.

‘Well, There is a first time for everything right?’ he says moving his fingers from your clit to your entrance, feeling how wet you were already for him. His fingers slid into you with ease. You were so wet he could add a third finger without much resistance. ‘So ready for me… do you want my cock?’

‘Yes’ is all you can moan out when he adds friction to your clit by pressing his palm into you.

‘You have to use your words, darling. What do you want?’ he asks again. Your eyes bore into his, both of your pupils dilated with lust.

‘I want you to fuck me, right here right now.’ Your say grinding your pussy up into him. You push just hard enough to brush against his cock and he lets out a surprised gasp at the unexpected friction.

‘You think you can take me?’ he asks, pulling down his trousers and pulling out his cock. He was now retracing the movements he did earlier with his fingers with his cock, sliding the blunt tip over your clit for a while and the moving it to your aching cunt.

‘Pleaaseee’ is all you get out.

‘Ever so eager’ Bobby laughs and moves to push himself inside you. The water of the pool splashes around you as he sets a relentless pace. He also had to hold back for a while, his thoughts about you during your internship were not all that innocent either. Now that he is finally buried inside you his mind completely fogs over, just taking whatever he needs from you in the pool.

You see his brows furrow in concentration as he pounds into you roughly, taking whatever he needs from you, and it is the hottest thing you had ever seen. You feel the heat in your belly start to spread to all parts of your body and you knew you were getting close. Bobby could feel it too, the way your cunt tightens around his cock, dragging along his shaft in the most perfect way.

‘Cum for me, baby.’ He whispers in your ear, accentuating each word with a thrust of his hips. The sound of his laboured breath in your ear in combination with his words was enough to push you over the edge. The fire now burning in your entire being, eyes closing as the feeling of your orgasm washed over you. The way it made you clench down on his cock was enough to send Bobby over his tipping point too, finishing with a few stuttering thrusts.

As you both came down from your high the cold of the water and evening air really hit. Bobby felt it when you started shuddering, still in his embrace.

‘Maybe…’ you started in a whisper, ‘we could go inside, it is still early.’

Bobby quickly redid his and your swimming attires and wasted no time carrying you out of the pool and back to his room.

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's Leave and Go Date

⚡ This post contains detailed spoiler's for a Date which hasn't released in EN yet!⚡

[This was translated with the help of Google translate and by my friend!]

✧[Part 1]✧

MC: No, it's not right here either…

I held down the delete button and let the screen full of text fly backwards and clear. 

Recently, [MC Company's name] was bidding for the right to host the opening ceremony of an international event. For this reason, we put in a lot of effort but in the end we failed...

I was a little reluctant to miss such an important project, so I planned to review it during this long-awaited weekend.

I sighed as I watched my frown on the empty screen.

At that moment, there was a hot, wet touch on my leg. I lowered my head and saw a furry head against my leg, licking me lightly.

MC: Beanie, did the keyboard sound wake you up?

[T/N]: The pet name is “豆豆” means “bean bean” so I'll name it as “beanie”!

It seems to be comfortable to touch, its head slowly slides down, and the hair between its belly also rises and falls quietly with its breathing.

Beanie is a Labrador that a director friend fostered at my house before he went on a business trip.

It isn’t noisy, it’s much better behaved than the last foster pet, Spicy Stick, and sometimes I feel that it's a little sullen…

[T/N]: Spicy Stick appeared in the first pet date series!

It's not that you miss your master too much, right?

Just as I was thinking, a doorbell cut through the silence. I glanced at the time and estimated that Shaw should be here.

MC: Come Beanie, let's meet an interesting big brother〜

I hurriedly stepped off the sofa, stomped my foot, and signaled Beanie to follow. With a sharp stomp, it finally lifted its head and jumped down.

As soon as I opened the door, Shaw was leaning on the side.

Shaw: What are you, a turtle? You're so slow to open the door.

MC: ...Beanie, bite him!

Beanie casually wiggled its ears, glanced at Shaw, then walked in circles with its paws before laying down on its stomach. 

MC: …….

Shaw: This dog is interesting, nothing like you.

Shaw: Doesn’t like to bite.

I was about to glare at him when he leaned over and looked straight at me. 

MC: …what?

Shaw: What else can I do? I haven't seen you for so long, so of course I have to take a good look at you.

Shaw: But have you been busy lately, why do you look so bad?

MC: Huh, do I?

The next second, he raised his eyebrows and flicked my forehead.

Shaw: How are you gonna take care of the dog when you can't even take care of yourself?

✧[Part 2]✧

I didn't want to be fussy with him, so I dragged him inside.

MC: Yes, yes, yes, so isn’t this why I "invited" you here?

Hearing me deliberately emphasize the word, he closed his eyes with satisfaction.

Shaw: It's all right, don't forget the ten hot pot meals you owe me.

Shaw: But that's just the price of taking care of the pet, if you want me to take care of you, you have to at least—

I hurriedly pinched his palm.

MC: I don't need you to take care of me, I will recover after a few more days of sleep, so I won't give you a chance to start raising prices!

Shaw: All right, don’t be fooled. 

Shaw: It seems that next time I have to change to a fresh trick.

He casually stopped, leaned over and scratched Beanie's head lightly. But it just raised its eyelids and closed them again.

Shaw: …Is it so listless every day?

MC: Well, I obviously prepared his favorite canned food and toys, but he wasn't interested in them.

I pointed aside to the bell ball and teething stick, which should have had wet drool stuck to them, and were now lying neatly on the floor.

MC: But it seems that you played well with Spicy Stick last time, so the important task of getting Beanie to cheer up is entrusted to you.

MC: But let me say this in advance that if you fail, the ten hot pots in the deal won't count!

Shaw: You don't want to suffer at all.

Shaw glanced at me, picked up the bell ball and tapped it on Beanie's paw.

Shaw: Hey, get up and play a game.

Beanie lifted his eyelids when he heard the voice, and only after a while did he reluctantly support himself and look at Shaw with his front paws folded.

Shaw didn't seem to care about its indifferent reaction. He raised his forearm and the bell ball was thrown up and down.

Beanie didn’t move at all, only his round eyes followed the rotation of the ball, as if coping. 

Shaw: …Are you tired of playing?

As a final confirmation, he threw it forward. The ball bounced a few times on the ground, and rolled quietly towards the wall.

During the whole process, Beanie remained indifferent, his chin pressed against his front paws and looked at us silently.

I pursed my lips, patting him on the shoulders with an air of experience.

MC: ...Don't be discouraged. I've had a few times when I've thrown toys at him and he's done the same.

Shaw: Who said I was discouraged?

He smiled and tapped Beanie's nose.

Shaw: Your name is Beanie, right? Look, not all cats and dogs have this treatment.

Shaw: But this trick works every time.

He confidently spread out his palm, and a cluster of blue-purple lightning hung overhead, flashing sparks, and fine fireworks were reflected in Beanie’s eyes.

Soon, the cluster of lightning started to move, jumping up and down nimbly in the sunlight, looking very cute.

MC: Wow, look at this, Beanie!

I stretched out my fingertips and followed the electric light slowly, glancing at Beanie from time to time to observe its reaction.

But it just lifted its head and rubbed my leg.

Shaw: …..

Shaw: Your dog is so boring. Not interested in "fireworks"?

Shaw: You should know that the school's King of the Mountain*, and the one next to you has all given high praise.

[T/N]: Reference from Shaw’s second pet date! King of the Mountain is a black cat which was living at Shaw’s campus!

Maybe it was because he was standing in the backlight, his face was extraordinarily "gloomy", and the corners of his lips were tensed into a straight line.

Seeing his rarely "defeated” look, I laughed.

MC: It seems that your fireworks is just like that, not having much effect〜

Shaw: Oh? Who stupidly reached out and touched it when they first saw it?

[T/N]: Reference from Shaw’s first birthday date!

Shaw raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to "settle the score", but I couldn't help laughing loudly.

At the same time, there was a tickling sensation around my legs. I lowered my head, and Beanie's tail wagged widely from side to side, and seemed to stick its tongue out at me happily…

I blinked and poked Shaw's shoulder lightly.

MC: Why don't you have a few more defeats? Beanie seems to prefer to see you embarrassed~

Shaw: ……

I thought I would be mocked, but his expression converged for a few moments, gazing back and forth between Beanie and me.

After a while, he suddenly smiled.

Shaw: I know how to cheer it up.

MC: Huh?

Shaw: Hang around for a while and you'll know.

He spoke so mysteriously that I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter, but I also thought that there were still bidding documents in my hand that hadn't been reviewed yet...

MC: Why don't you take it out to play, I still have some work to do. I’ll join you later?

Shaw: Didn't you say that it was over two days ago?

MC: It's over......Oops, you guys go ahead!

Thinking that one or two sentences weren’t enough to explain, I simply pushed Shaw's shoulder to go outside. 

But he turned sideways and avoided my palm.

Shaw: Does it have to be today?

MC: No… 

Shaw: Is that document saved?

He interrupted me and asked a question that was a bit off. 

MC: I set up a regular backup, the document will be automatically saved every minute...

Before I finished speaking, there was a soft sound in the air, and the lights above my head went out.

I looked around in a daze, and found that the indicator lights of all the electrical appliances were off, so I looked at Shaw belatedly.

MC: Shaw, you…

I don't know when, he was already holding Beanie's leash in his hand and then grabbed my hand and walked towards the door.

Shaw: The electricity won't be able to recover in an hour and a half.

Shaw: Just follow me.

✧[Part 3]✧

After walking out of the gate of the community, Shaw stopped and turned to look at me.

Shaw: Tell me, where do you most want to go right now?

MC: Didn't you want to take Beanie out to relax? Why do you ask me...?

Shaw looked at Beanie at my feet and sneered casually.

Shaw: That stupid dog can't say anything, so I might as well ask someone a little smarter.

MC: I see you haven’t thought about where to go. 

Having said that, an idea popped into my head.

MC: I remember Beanie's owner said that he likes to watch the sea.

MC: Originally, I planned to take it out next weekend, but now that Beanie has come out… why not choose another day? 

Shaw raised his eyebrows. His eyes flashed with emotions that I couldn't understand.

Shaw: Looking at the sea. What about you, do you like it?

MC: I like it, I feel relieved when I watch the sea.

Shaw: Okay, let's go, then.

—

An hour later, we got out of the taxi and walked leisurely on the plank road by the sea.

On the other side of the plank road, the whole sea is spread out, and layers of waves roll on the soft, fine sand.

Shaw: How is it, are you feeling better?

I stopped at the sound and found that Shaw's gaze was falling from Beanie to me.

For a while, I couldn't tell who he was asking…

Shaw: What are you looking at, don't you want to watch the sea to relax?

As he spoke, he held my shoulders and turned me towards the sea, and the voice continued to come from behind.

Shaw: And you, don't cling to her every day, be independent.

Shaw: After finally coming to the beach, of course we have to have fun before going back.

He crouched down, took out a bell ball from his pocket and threw it in front of Beanie.

MC: You even brought the toy?

Shaw: Of course. Everything needs to be embellished for them to be interesting.

Seeing that Beanie finally fiddled with the bell ball twice, I was slightly relieved and turned to look at the sea.

On the sparkling sea, waves wrapped in foam burst on the reefs one after another, bringing a cool and refreshing feeling.

But this refreshment did not go straight to the bottom of my heart. Instead, I couldn't help but think about the failure of the bid.

I missed such an important project, what I need now is to sum up the experience and learn from it, not to relax…

I sighed quietly as remorse and anguish wove their way through my heart. However, the next moment, my cheek was pinched by a warm force and tugged from side to side.

Shaw: It's not like you to be so lethargic after a few weeks.

Shaw: I think that stupid dog is stronger than you.

At this time, Beanie seemed to understand something, bit the bell ball and shook his head randomly.

I glanced at Shaw next to me and patted his hand away angrily.

MC: What do you know? Stay out of adults' affairs.

Seeming to pick up on my pretentious tone, a snort came in my ear.

Shaw: OK, I don't understand.

Shaw: But I prefer to care.

The frivolity in his eyes became particularly dazzling under the bright sun, which touched my heart inexplicably for a while.

I moved a step towards him without a trace and tightened the railing in my hand.

MC: Actually, it's my own problem... It's the project that I told you I was busy with, but it didn't succeed in the bidding.

Shaw: Are you listless because of this?

MC: Can't I be frustrated by this?

What responded to me was a crisp muffled sound on my forehead. I covered my head in pain and stared at Shaw through my fingers.

The playfulness in his eyes has been curtailed for a few moments, leaving behind that pure flair.

Shaw: Of course not.

Shaw: If you were to put in the same amount of energy as me, perhaps nothing will beat you.

Shaw: Why do you have to be "invincible" in front of me, and easily get discouraged at work?

MC: Who said I...uh!

Before I finished speaking, he placed his fingers on my cheeks and directed my face towards the ocean.

Shaw: Don't scold me, scold the sea.

✧[Part 4]✧

The warmth from my cheeks intertwined with the tide repeatedly. I opened my mouth, and I couldn't say anything that was already stuck in my throat.

Shaw seemed to sense this subtlety and arrogantly took a step closer, bullying his way up to my ear.

Shaw: Is it true that you can only display that energy of baring your teeth and claws when you are in front of me?

MC: Hmph, I obviously don't want to argue with you…

Shaw tutted lightly, leaned over and rubbed Beanie's head.

Shaw: Tell your master in the future, next time you want to board, don't come to her.

Shaw: Stupidity is contagious, you know?

Hearing the staged tone of his words, I hammered him in exasperation.

MC: Shaw! I'm asking you to help Beanie cheer up, not to give it an earful!

MC: If this happens again, I will issue an ultimatum. If there is no effect before dark, ten hot pot meals will be canceled.

Shaw: Who says it didn’t cheer up? Watch it.

Shaw smiled casually, and a cluster of electric lights appeared in his palm.

MC: ...Haven't you used this trick?

Before I could finish my words, the cluster of electric sparks came to Beanie. As the lights flickered, the short hair on its body stood up suddenly, and a flower "exploded".

MC: Pff…!

It seems I’ve laughed too suddenly, Beanie reacted by lifting its tail. Along with the static electricity, it turned into a green foxtail. 

[T/N] Green foxtail is a type of plant!

MC: Hahaha Beanie, you look so stupid ~

Shaw: Is it so funny? So…

As he trailed off, the electric flower turned and flew towards me. I immediately regained my senses and dodged to the side.

MC: You, you stop!

Shaw: I don’t want to. 

MC: Then let's become dandelions together!

Seeing that the electric flower was close at hand, I hugged Shaw tightly and pressed my head against him. 

He didn't seem to expect me to do this and his body was slightly stunned.

The ball of electric sparks flew to the top of my head before I had time to stop. My scalp was numb, and the ends of my hair had already risen. 

I raised my head, and a few locks of Shaw's hair also exploded in the air silently. But in the next moment, the tingling sensation on the top of the head disappeared.

Shaw: …tsk, your reaction was pretty quick today.

MC: Hahaha, this is called having high aims, but failing! And you just look like a hedgehog— oh…

I couldn't stop laughing, and the boredom of the past few days seemed to dissipate quietly with the laughter.

Beanie: Woof! Woof!

At this moment, Beanie wagged his tail and ran in front of me, and called out twice in a good mood.

I reached out and stroked the fur that had just exploded.

MC: Beanie, you are laughing at him too, right?

It barked a few more times in agreement, then got more excited and circled around us.

Shaw: Happy?

Shaw rubbed Beanie's head. Immediately after, it grabbed onto Shaw's knee and frantically sniffed around.

Shaw: All right, all right, you're too happy.

Beanie couldn't seem to stop, and jumped on my lap again, rubbing his wet nose on my arm.

Seeing its sudden change in appearance, I could not help but look at Shaw, but found that he also raised his eyebrows in a wanton manner.

Shaw: It seems that the task has been completed, and the ten hot pot meals can be remembered.

MC: Huh…?

Seeing that I was still a little confused, he casually flicked my nose.

Shaw: Haven't you discovered that it was like this because of you?

Shaw: You must know that dogs understand human emotions best. If you are unhappy, it will of course be affected.

I was stunned, remembering that when Beanie temporarily lived in my house, I had been busy with work…

Except for regularly taking it for a walk twice a day, it spends the rest of the time anxiously facing work.

Especially after the bid failed, I completely stayed at home to reflect, but it stayed by my side from beginning to end.

Looking at Beanie who was still wagging his tail at me, a burst of sourness surged in my heart, and I reached out and hugged him.

But it doesn't seem to know what this sudden hug means, and it burrows into my arms while breathing heavily.

MC: Sorry Beanie, I made you worry about me.

Beanie moved his ears and looked up at me, his round eyes filled with only me.

Soon, it sticks out its soft tongue again and licks my arm, as it has done countless days and nights before.

Bang, bang –

In the distance, a crackling sound like fireworks sounded behind me, and Beanie in my arms grabbed my shoulder and shouted.

I turned my head in surprise and saw clusters of pale pink fireworks blooming in the sky in the distance.

Even in the bright sunlight, it still did not lose its color, burning enthusiastically.

MC: Shaw, look, there are fireworks during the day. It seems that there was something going on at the beach today.

Shaw: Such big fireworks can be seen without shouting.

There seemed to be a smile hidden in his tone, and then he hugged the excited Beanie up to the railing and rubbed its head indiscriminately.

Shaw: So you guys like fireworks.

Shaw: It seems that the one I showed you in the morning wasn't big enough, and I will show you something more powerful than this when I have a chance next time.

MC: Forget it, if there is really such a big electric shock, be careful that the Loveland City Electric Power Bureau will settle accounts with you!

Shaw: Then we have to know it.

Immediately afterwards, he took off the sunglasses that were stuck in my hair and put them on Beanie's face.

Shaw: Children shouldn't look directly at the strong light for a long time, wear it well.

Beanie didn't resist, and continued to stick out his tongue to look at the daytime fireworks in the air.

The sound of fireworks and the waves echoed each other. Looking at the fireworks in Shaw's eyes, some emotions in my heart also crackled and drummed.

MC: Shaw, after going through today, I’ve come to realize something. Some people actually have something in common with Beanie.

MC: They'll always accompany me.

Shaw seemed to be enjoying himself. He smiled and bent down to be at eye level with me.

Shaw: You are half right.

Shaw: But I’m not as dumb as the dog, companion isn’t always the best option.

Shaw: Making a change is the only way.

Boom — another burst of fireworks cut through the sky in the distance.

And in my heart, there was a small cluster of fireworks that bloomed silently.

—

🐾 Call and moments (coming soon)